[CL] Naked!Flack
[not_myfirstday used with permission. Set in Fugitives-that may be getting a shiny new verse name-though not necessarily binding (unless you want it to be, of course), and open to RP should Elle so choose.]
Apparently, they needed to do laundry.
Or he shouldn’t have used the towels as he had, but he was going to lean more towards the fact that laundry needed to be done. That, and he probably should have counted the number that he was using. But in the grand scheme of things that really didn’t matter. What did matter was that he was naked, soaking wet, and they were out of towels. It was rather inconvenient.
Best he could do was one of the smaller hand towels, and that didn’t really get him dry, but it got him dry enough. It was also just big enough to preserve some idea of modesty as he made his way back into his bedroom. He didn’t know why he needed it-he was fairly certain that no one was home, and he wasn’t going that far-but it was the principle of it, and as he glanced back over to the cardboard box in the corner of the bedroom, he knew that it was the right one for the time being. He was too young to be seeing stuff like that anyway.
Theoretically speaking.
He made a beeline for the dresser and started going through his clothes, looking for the things he needed, before there was a bit of a whistle coming from the doorway of the bedroom. He snapped around, startled by the sudden appearance of someone there, and he met Elle’s amused look as she was leaning against the doorframe.
“Lookin’ good, Detective.”
His cheeks immediately went red, and he quickly slipped into a pair of boxers, before turning back to face her. “Didn’t know you were home.”
“Just got here,” she grinned, before pushing away from the door and moving closer to him. “You know, considering I’m the only one with a key to the place and it’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before, and you thought you were alone to begin with, I’m wondering why you even bothered with the towel at all. But since you seemed intent on using a towel-” She paused before pointing to the hand towel that he’d been using. “-a hand towel?”
“We’re outta regular ones,” he said sheepishly, still trying to get the burning feeling out of his cheeks, and at that, she frowned.
“Why are we out of towels?”
Flack pointed back over his shoulder towards the cardboard box, just as there was a bit of a whine, followed by a whump! and the sounds that something was rather pleased with themselves. As the two of them turned, the cardboard box was now on its side, and a pug puppy was sticking his tongue out back at them, looking just as pleased as he had sounded. Elle paused for a minute, before glancing back at Flack with a bit of a grin.
“That’s a puppy.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled as she started to make her way over to the box. “That’s a puppy.”
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Apparently, they needed to do laundry.
Or he shouldn’t have used the towels as he had, but he was going to lean more towards the fact that laundry needed to be done. That, and he probably should have counted the number that he was using. But in the grand scheme of things that really didn’t matter. What did matter was that he was naked, soaking wet, and they were out of towels. It was rather inconvenient.
Best he could do was one of the smaller hand towels, and that didn’t really get him dry, but it got him dry enough. It was also just big enough to preserve some idea of modesty as he made his way back into his bedroom. He didn’t know why he needed it-he was fairly certain that no one was home, and he wasn’t going that far-but it was the principle of it, and as he glanced back over to the cardboard box in the corner of the bedroom, he knew that it was the right one for the time being. He was too young to be seeing stuff like that anyway.
Theoretically speaking.
He made a beeline for the dresser and started going through his clothes, looking for the things he needed, before there was a bit of a whistle coming from the doorway of the bedroom. He snapped around, startled by the sudden appearance of someone there, and he met Elle’s amused look as she was leaning against the doorframe.
“Lookin’ good, Detective.”
His cheeks immediately went red, and he quickly slipped into a pair of boxers, before turning back to face her. “Didn’t know you were home.”
“Just got here,” she grinned, before pushing away from the door and moving closer to him. “You know, considering I’m the only one with a key to the place and it’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before, and you thought you were alone to begin with, I’m wondering why you even bothered with the towel at all. But since you seemed intent on using a towel-” She paused before pointing to the hand towel that he’d been using. “-a hand towel?”
“We’re outta regular ones,” he said sheepishly, still trying to get the burning feeling out of his cheeks, and at that, she frowned.
“Why are we out of towels?”
Flack pointed back over his shoulder towards the cardboard box, just as there was a bit of a whine, followed by a whump! and the sounds that something was rather pleased with themselves. As the two of them turned, the cardboard box was now on its side, and a pug puppy was sticking his tongue out back at them, looking just as pleased as he had sounded. Elle paused for a minute, before glancing back at Flack with a bit of a grin.
“That’s a puppy.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled as she started to make her way over to the box. “That’s a puppy.”
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