[Guzma barely gets to react before all that happens and then the door clicks behind her. He's left standing there, staring a little dumbly at the bedroom door. It doesn't take long for him to realize why she reacted like that--it's obvious, anyway. Maybe he just didn't expect her to react quite like that.
A good fluff to the ego, anyway. While she's showering and suffering over her thoughts, he's made himself comfortable on her couch. There's no modesty for him, not with how he still kinda...manspreads with that towel on, but at least he's drank one of the glasses of water by the time she returns.
He had...kinda just left his clothes in a sloppy and smelly pile, huh? Oops...but he guesses that works. While he's never been one shy about showing any skin, he can imagine why she might not be so casual about it.
Doesn't stop him from smirking and shrugging.]
Eh, I imagine you're gonna see it all eventually, anyway.
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A good fluff to the ego, anyway. While she's showering and suffering over her thoughts, he's made himself comfortable on her couch. There's no modesty for him, not with how he still kinda...manspreads with that towel on, but at least he's drank one of the glasses of water by the time she returns.
He had...kinda just left his clothes in a sloppy and smelly pile, huh? Oops...but he guesses that works. While he's never been one shy about showing any skin, he can imagine why she might not be so casual about it.
Doesn't stop him from smirking and shrugging.]
Eh, I imagine you're gonna see it all eventually, anyway.
[That implication is very purposeful.]
But thanks. Feel any better?