May 22, 2016
“Are these your underwear or mine?”
(( @agoodbear ;D))
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Calline looks up, blinking.
Dangling off three of his fingers, there’s a pair of men’s tight and shorts, a whiff of lace that barely passes as clothing, underwear or not, and….a utility belt.
In the hazy morning light, Angela and Calline share a glance, kind of the same deadpan look on their faces. Calline snorts, shaking her head, “…You just wanted to say that out loud, didn’t you?”
A wink, fingerpistols, and both women bust out laughing.
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