[ Cloud, without thinking, immediately lays down flat at the table. ...which means that now he's going to need to flip over his shirt and stuff himself back in his pants sideways. His heart races for a completely different reason now, the high from having sex dying really quick as he's sobered up at a record rate. He can hear Ayaka blurting out to what he assumes to be a patron or server that got a little too close. He stops shuffling, doing his best to hunker down as much as he possibly can. ...his one shoulder is still visible as he eyes the situation from his peripheral. ]
(Quick thinking, Ayaka...)
[ But this was hardly the time to keep commending her. He has to hurry. Tugging the shirt down (ew ew ew ew he can feel it in globs flush on his front he doesn't wear baggy clothes thank god the fabric is thick- ) ]
...
Coast is clear? [ Said with an audible zip, hand patting the countertop blindly to try and find a loose napkin somewhere. To wipe his hands. This is so embarrassing. Spending time with Ayaka? Never a bad thing. Having fun with Ayaka like this? Over and over again. Being forced to do it in the middle of a teahouse now that the adrenaline and fantasy was over? Yeah, if Cloud ever finds the yokai responsible for this little mobile curse...
When he finds one napkin (whether himself or with Ayaka's held), he swipes it from the tabletop and wipes his hands clean of any mess before finally pushing himself more upright.
Save for the inside-out shirt? He looks just fine! ...save for the flush face.
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[ Cloud, without thinking, immediately lays down flat at the table. ...which means that now he's going to need to flip over his shirt and stuff himself back in his pants sideways. His heart races for a completely different reason now, the high from having sex dying really quick as he's sobered up at a record rate. He can hear Ayaka blurting out to what he assumes to be a patron or server that got a little too close. He stops shuffling, doing his best to hunker down as much as he possibly can. ...his one shoulder is still visible as he eyes the situation from his peripheral. ]
(Quick thinking, Ayaka...)
[ But this was hardly the time to keep commending her. He has to hurry. Tugging the shirt down (ew ew ew ew he can feel it in globs flush on his front he doesn't wear baggy clothes thank god the fabric is thick- ) ]
...
Coast is clear? [ Said with an audible zip, hand patting the countertop blindly to try and find a loose napkin somewhere. To wipe his hands. This is so embarrassing. Spending time with Ayaka? Never a bad thing. Having fun with Ayaka like this? Over and over again. Being forced to do it in the middle of a teahouse now that the adrenaline and fantasy was over? Yeah, if Cloud ever finds the yokai responsible for this little mobile curse...
When he finds one napkin (whether himself or with Ayaka's held), he swipes it from the tabletop and wipes his hands clean of any mess before finally pushing himself more upright.
Save for the inside-out shirt? He looks just fine! ...save for the flush face.
An audible phew. ]
Good going.
[ ...but, ]
Why the kimono?