Carmy considers her for a moment, serious and hard to read. Then he kisses her nose. "Okay," he agrees, "Yeah."
He hops up, a little awkward because he's visibly boned up just from touching her so much. Underestimating what he looks like all paint smeared and a little sun-bronzed with his shorts bulging and his curls messy. Picks up his shirt to bring with, mostly because it's got his cigarettes, and heads for the shower block. He's nervous for more traditional reasons, but it's low grade, barely more than his functional day to day anxiety, and so he manages to not totally kill the vibe just relocating.
His shirt goes on a hook over the changing bench, and his cheeks flush pink as his shorts join them; out of uniform amd hyperaware of it, he pads naked to go get a shower started.
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He hops up, a little awkward because he's visibly boned up just from touching her so much. Underestimating what he looks like all paint smeared and a little sun-bronzed with his shorts bulging and his curls messy. Picks up his shirt to bring with, mostly because it's got his cigarettes, and heads for the shower block. He's nervous for more traditional reasons, but it's low grade, barely more than his functional day to day anxiety, and so he manages to not totally kill the vibe just relocating.
His shirt goes on a hook over the changing bench, and his cheeks flush pink as his shorts join them; out of uniform amd hyperaware of it, he pads naked to go get a shower started.