— a little tight.

Turns teasingly for Carlyle to get a kind of side view. There.

He has to find his robe. But—, he doesn't know where it is.

Wanders around. How evil. It's cold, and it shows.

Obviously. Kenric is a little aggravated.

Turns—. "Oh, yes. Actually." He doesn't even care that Carlyle was there. Or watching.

Chuckles, taking the satin fabric into his own hands. "You would be correct, @Aceasecomic."

"Such as yourself?" Kenric is only teasing as he slips his arms though the sleeves of the robe given to him by @Aceasecomic.

"I don't mind— as long as you liked what you saw." Ties the robe belt around his waist, chest exposed to @Aceasecomic.

"I'm sure you do." Kenric stood comfortably, one hand resting on his hip. @Aceasecomic was pretty cute.

"I didn't mind that you were staring, @Aceasecomic." Hums.

"Yes, that." Snorts, running a hand through his messy curls. [@Aceasecomic]

A grin took over. "Oh, @Aceasecomic? Hard to avoid?" NIT THE ONLY THING THATS HARD. HAHAHAHAHHA.

"I suppose so." Kenric begins to pick up his clothing, then faced @Aceasecomic.

—.

Yaaaawns.

—— your fav curly haired boy is back.

@Regalisque -- more days. ." Kenric had trailed off a bit, one hand going to his forehead. The ache needs to go, and soon.