[He waits (im)patiently, tapping one of his shoes against the floor as he listens to Ain bumbling around in the bathroom. Eventually he returns to the bedroom in one piece...
And Wolfwood's brows. They are raising.
There's no point in trying to be coy. He whistles.]
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And Wolfwood's brows. They are raising.
There's no point in trying to be coy. He whistles.]
...yeah. It was a good idea buyin' that one.
[He lifts a hand and twirls his finger, slowly.]
Turn around for me.