[ Mat's still in the process of stripping when Clarke notices the obvious — sans the outer robes, having just discarded a small pile of discretely hidden daggers, still wearing the under layers. His response is delayed while he drags the vest off, leaving his hair mussed and his scarf crooked.
He tugs it back into place before following her (now diverted) gaze towards the pools. He isn't particularly offended or anxious about it; exasperated, maybe, but only a bit. ]
Swim suits?
[ It was kind of skinny dip or bust back home, lbr. ]
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He tugs it back into place before following her (now diverted) gaze towards the pools. He isn't particularly offended or anxious about it; exasperated, maybe, but only a bit. ]
Swim suits?
[ It was kind of skinny dip or bust back home, lbr. ]