[ marco waits, dutifully so, as the young man fusses impotently at the zipper. it's by the second failed "attempt" that marco begins to cotton on to the evidence of mischief; he need only a second's worth of a glance at the other's grin to have it all confirmed for him. ]
Quite finicky, [ he says around a wry smile of his own. fortunately, it's not a terribly big ask of him; he had more or less come to terms with the prospect of it the second he let himself get roped into these antics. he supposes, in retrospect, it would have been far too easy to get away with keeping the pants on.
no matter. marco sincerely doubts it's out of some desire of camaraderie — less a peak at some vulnerability in not wanting to be the only one so exposed, so to speak, but more to further nudge marco himself out of his supposed comfort zone. marco's had enough years of experience to know that his mild demeanor can so very often be a magnet for people who delighted in that. what was it galahad would often say to him? "sometimes you're just asking for it."
and so after hiking his skirt up a little, he works at undoing his pants. he leaves the belt slung along the hoops and divests himself of the slacks in relative ease. that, too, gets folded up and neatly set aside with his shirt. then he takes that pile and sets it side, tucking it behind a large potted fern so it can be hidden. he's on the poorer side here in the resort, and so he's determined not to lose what little clothing he owns.
he presents his back to gojou again, hands still at his sides. ]
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Quite finicky, [ he says around a wry smile of his own. fortunately, it's not a terribly big ask of him; he had more or less come to terms with the prospect of it the second he let himself get roped into these antics. he supposes, in retrospect, it would have been far too easy to get away with keeping the pants on.
no matter. marco sincerely doubts it's out of some desire of camaraderie — less a peak at some vulnerability in not wanting to be the only one so exposed, so to speak, but more to further nudge marco himself out of his supposed comfort zone. marco's had enough years of experience to know that his mild demeanor can so very often be a magnet for people who delighted in that. what was it galahad would often say to him? "sometimes you're just asking for it."
and so after hiking his skirt up a little, he works at undoing his pants. he leaves the belt slung along the hoops and divests himself of the slacks in relative ease. that, too, gets folded up and neatly set aside with his shirt. then he takes that pile and sets it side, tucking it behind a large potted fern so it can be hidden. he's on the poorer side here in the resort, and so he's determined not to lose what little clothing he owns.
he presents his back to gojou again, hands still at his sides. ]
Should we give it another shot?