Bozo
Apollosarcher"Nori!"
The blonde stopped drying herself for a moment and looked in the direction of the voice to see Kyle trotting over to her, very clearly distressed about her current condition. She wanted to reassure him that it really wasn't a big deal and that stuff like this happened all the time when you worked at a club, but she was still a little sore at him for not texting, so she kept mum. "Are you alright? Shit, you're clothes are soaked through...here." the boy started, flicking the buttons open on his shirt quickly. Nori’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "Might be a little big, but at least it’s warm and dry.”
“Woah there cowboy, you’ve got to at least buy me a drink before we can start to take our clothes off. What kind of a girl do you take me for?” She teased as she accepted the shirt, but held off on putting it on just yet. Nori crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head to the side, clearly waiting for an explanation as to why Kyle was so late and hadn’t bothered to call or text.
So the blue eyed boy began to explain how he’d overslept and apologized profusely for being so late, blushing bright red and looking genuinely embarrassed about the whole thing. It was all very nice and made her feel like eating him alive again (What did that even say about her character? Therapy. She needed lots of therapy.), but she wasn’t quite ready to let him off the hook yet. “Hm,” Nori hummed, grabbing her purse from where it sat on a nearby table and digging out her phone before crossing back over to Kyle. The tattooed girl unlocked her home screen and passed the device to the other. “Would you put your number in here, please?” she asked with a level tone, placing her hands on Kyle’s shoulder so she could gently spin him around to face the wall.
“No peeking,” she ordered, before unceremoniously peeling off her crop top and throwing it so it landed right at his feet. “So, if you were running late, why didn’t you text me?” she asked, more out of curiosity than anger. ’At least my bra isn’t wet.’ Nori mused as she grabbed Dangermouse’s shirt and finished drying herself off. “It would have been nice. I sort of thought you were standing me up,” the blonde admitted, fiddling with the clasp on her body chain before shucking it as well, making sure it also landed at the American’s feet with a clatter. Finally dry for the most part, Nori grabbed the shirt Kyle had given her and began to arrange it so it fit more like a dress, putting her shoulders all the way through the neck hole and buttoning it around her chest, before wrapping the sleeves around her waist and making a bow.
Now dressed wearing Kyle’s shirt and her pants from earlier that night, Nori walked back over to Kyle and reached up to pat him on the shoulder. “You can look now,” she told him, before stepping back and shifting her weight from one foot to the other, waiting on his reply.
@BeastofDestiny
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The blonde stopped drying herself for a moment and looked in the direction of the voice to see Kyle trotting over to her, very clearly distressed about her current condition. She wanted to reassure him that it really wasn't a big deal and that stuff like this happened all the time when you worked at a club, but she was still a little sore at him for not texting, so she kept mum. "Are you alright? Shit, you're clothes are soaked through...here." the boy started, flicking the buttons open on his shirt quickly. Nori’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "Might be a little big, but at least it’s warm and dry.”
“Woah there cowboy, you’ve got to at least buy me a drink before we can start to take our clothes off. What kind of a girl do you take me for?” She teased as she accepted the shirt, but held off on putting it on just yet. Nori crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head to the side, clearly waiting for an explanation as to why Kyle was so late and hadn’t bothered to call or text.
So the blue eyed boy began to explain how he’d overslept and apologized profusely for being so late, blushing bright red and looking genuinely embarrassed about the whole thing. It was all very nice and made her feel like eating him alive again (What did that even say about her character? Therapy. She needed lots of therapy.), but she wasn’t quite ready to let him off the hook yet. “Hm,” Nori hummed, grabbing her purse from where it sat on a nearby table and digging out her phone before crossing back over to Kyle. The tattooed girl unlocked her home screen and passed the device to the other. “Would you put your number in here, please?” she asked with a level tone, placing her hands on Kyle’s shoulder so she could gently spin him around to face the wall.
“No peeking,” she ordered, before unceremoniously peeling off her crop top and throwing it so it landed right at his feet. “So, if you were running late, why didn’t you text me?” she asked, more out of curiosity than anger. ’At least my bra isn’t wet.’ Nori mused as she grabbed Dangermouse’s shirt and finished drying herself off. “It would have been nice. I sort of thought you were standing me up,” the blonde admitted, fiddling with the clasp on her body chain before shucking it as well, making sure it also landed at the American’s feet with a clatter. Finally dry for the most part, Nori grabbed the shirt Kyle had given her and began to arrange it so it fit more like a dress, putting her shoulders all the way through the neck hole and buttoning it around her chest, before wrapping the sleeves around her waist and making a bow.
Now dressed wearing Kyle’s shirt and her pants from earlier that night, Nori walked back over to Kyle and reached up to pat him on the shoulder. “You can look now,” she told him, before stepping back and shifting her weight from one foot to the other, waiting on his reply.
@BeastofDestiny
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