[ Haruka stands. Curse her undeniable smoothness: she's covered your head with a towel recently, and has no intention of repeating the same move so soon. Otherwise she could blind you as she fetches her change of clothing (and, come to think of it, this had been here the day you tossed her in the pool....well, water under the bridge).
Guess she'll have to make do. Haruka shakes out the jumpsuit with one hand while beginning to undo buttons with the other. Excellent. It's in that certain shade of mustard that only she thinks looks good. ]
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[ Haruka stands. Curse her undeniable smoothness: she's covered your head with a towel recently, and has no intention of repeating the same move so soon. Otherwise she could blind you as she fetches her change of clothing (and, come to think of it, this had been here the day you tossed her in the pool....well, water under the bridge).
Guess she'll have to make do. Haruka shakes out the jumpsuit with one hand while beginning to undo buttons with the other. Excellent. It's in that certain shade of mustard that only she thinks looks good. ]