It wasn’t as though Beauty had no choice but to wear a bathrobe to work now that he was about a head taller and much broader, but that was the answer he would give if anyone asked.

Also, the bathrobe was fluffy, which was a plus.

And yet despite this, he wasn’t the one showing the barest chest around the office. That honor belonged to Terezi, and it was an honor that he was having trouble taking his eyes off of.

That was an unusual sight: Akoya, doing the dishes. That normally only happened if the dishes had gone neglected for too long, but that was both rare and, if memory served, not the case currently.  He put a hand out to touch Akoya’s shoulder.