He just. . She deserves happiness. Not a reoccurring trauma. She doesn’t need to apologize though.

Siiiiigh. Mundane days lately.

He knew he wasn’t the only one that stripped. . .

/ L

Quiet days.

“I think that’s a commendable mindset, Miss. Always good to stand up for yourself.”

He'll be lazing around here.

Sigh. Boring night.

Doesn’t particularly seem like an 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 on her part —— .

Her gloating has become tiresome —— not a giving bone in the tangerine’s body.

Rest of the crew could’ve left him a towel or two proceeding his shower —— bastards .

She feeling the same sense of dullness as him, being presently awake —— ?

She should be careful not to show too much skin… there’s a lot of eyes peering.

Is that her request, invitation, or 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥? He has two hands and they’re both 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦.

It doesn’t matter. Matter of fact, it went without 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. Seeing as he’s actively seizing the opportunity as they converse.

He can 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 the busty archaeologist at any given juncture. “𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚? That’s not in my 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺.” Callous digits knead her meaty knockers to his heart’s content, hands gradually growing rougher and 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳.

She should probably stand up again. Unless she wants… too much attention.