[He rolls his eyes in response to her, affectionate more than annoyed, carefully lowering her hand back down and stepping away. The bathroom seems to be his target, but he's already stripping off on the way there, jacket, pistol, holster, shirt, belt, shoes, all slid out of easily, all scattered on the floor. He'll clean up later. Whatever.]
You can at least start running it, then. [Called over his shoulder as he heads off to get naked and wet in the shower, aw yeah.]
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You can at least start running it, then. [Called over his shoulder as he heads off to get naked and wet in the shower, aw yeah.]