[ her explanation makes sense. still, it's not a good idea to take things off at the beach... wait, wasn't that the point of going to the beach in the first place? then again, shinjiro was never about taking things off in general. at least there's the apron between them, so his eyes don't move to what bare skin she's showing. ]
Put the coat on while you wash it.
[ sighing, he moves to the front of the stall to act as some kind of shield to hide izumo from view. the customers first in line look a little scared because his expression is back to something threatening, just in case some wise ass decides to wolf whistle again. he's handing them food though, so they scurry away quickly. ]
[ they scurry away much like she shuffles in behind him, deftly side-stepping to avoid any accidental brushing despite the narrow space the stall offers. she starts to set her jacket down on the sink when she catches sight of the aforementioned coat...
...
loud internal groaning because this is so dumb, she honestly doesn't know why she's even bothering, but here she is, tugging it over and on anyway. the sleeves are too long, and the hem nearly reaches the floor on her, and she can already feel the heat of the beach cling around her body under the added layer like some kind of incubator. truthfully it encourages her to wash and scrub her jacket that much faster just to get out of it—
except while she manages to get the stain out, doing so left half of her jacket completely soaked... which means in order to keep from offending shinjiro's delicate sensibilities, she has to...
no NO she refuses to wear this heavy coat a moment longer. she whips around, starting to poke at drawers, her cheeks pink and puffed. ]
If they've got aprons, then they have to have some spare shirts, right?
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IZUMO
[ her explanation makes sense. still, it's not a good idea to take things off at the beach... wait, wasn't that the point of going to the beach in the first place? then again, shinjiro was never about taking things off in general. at least there's the apron between them, so his eyes don't move to what bare skin she's showing. ]
Put the coat on while you wash it.
[ sighing, he moves to the front of the stall to act as some kind of shield to hide izumo from view. the customers first in line look a little scared because his expression is back to something threatening, just in case some wise ass decides to wolf whistle again. he's handing them food though, so they scurry away quickly. ]
no subject
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loud internal groaning because this is so dumb, she honestly doesn't know why she's even bothering, but here she is, tugging it over and on anyway. the sleeves are too long, and the hem nearly reaches the floor on her, and she can already feel the heat of the beach cling around her body under the added layer like some kind of incubator. truthfully it encourages her to wash and scrub her jacket that much faster just to get out of it—
except while she manages to get the stain out, doing so left half of her jacket completely soaked... which means in order to keep from offending shinjiro's delicate sensibilities, she has to...
no NO she refuses to wear this heavy coat a moment longer. she whips around, starting to poke at drawers, her cheeks pink and puffed. ]
If they've got aprons, then they have to have some spare shirts, right?
[ r...ight... ]