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Send a ‘!!!’ For my characters reaction to yours climbing into the shower with them
Maybe it was some sort of sixth sense, one that had developed over the course of too many years head-over-heels for the redheaded girl that never once looked twice at him: but there was something that made Stiles pause partway through his shower. Brows furrowing, he slowed in his absent scrubbing of the loofa sponge over mole and freckle-kissed skin, finally stopping completely before turning ‘round. And coming face-to-face with Lydia herself. Who was naked. Again. In front of Stiles. For the second time in his life. The sound that Stiles made wouldn’t have been labeled as manly in any way, shape, or form, even as he ended up flailing and losing his balance--though quickly enough managing to brace himself on the shower’s walls. “Um, h-heeeeeey, Lydia,” the boy croaked out as he shifted the sponge as subtly as he could, ala fig leaf placement. “Fancy meeting you here. In the shower. That I was using.”
