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day 3, morning
[As it turns out, going to bed covered in cold, anxiety produced sweat? Very unpleasant. 0/10. Would not recommend to any fellow Locked Up Girl Gone WildTM. It's no wonder, then, that Angel hightails it to the community bathrooms sometime after curfew ends.
Unfortunately for her, there is already somebody else there. Which... would normally not be a problem, no. She has enough self control to keep herself from freaking out at being surrounded by people, despite how overwhelming it all is. But, you know. It's one thing to interact with a person who's fully clothed. It's another to step into the bathroom just in time to see Rhys stepping out of one of the shower stalls, dripping water all over the place and barely covering himself with a towel.
To say she feels an acute spike in her blood pressure would be an understatement.
She turns around immediately, hand covering her eyes like she's a stinking 12-year-old. What is this. Why is this. How is this.]
—I'm sorry. I am not, err... [Peeping? What is this.] I'll give you your privacy.
[Maybe she is??? Better off??? Living with her sweat like a brute?????????? Please stop being a selective pearl clutcher, Angel.]
Unfortunately for her, there is already somebody else there. Which... would normally not be a problem, no. She has enough self control to keep herself from freaking out at being surrounded by people, despite how overwhelming it all is. But, you know. It's one thing to interact with a person who's fully clothed. It's another to step into the bathroom just in time to see Rhys stepping out of one of the shower stalls, dripping water all over the place and barely covering himself with a towel.
To say she feels an acute spike in her blood pressure would be an understatement.
She turns around immediately, hand covering her eyes like she's a stinking 12-year-old. What is this. Why is this. How is this.]
—I'm sorry. I am not, err... [Peeping? What is this.] I'll give you your privacy.
[Maybe she is??? Better off??? Living with her sweat like a brute?????????? Please stop being a selective pearl clutcher, Angel.]