.::Only Hart Son::.
Alastar kept his face hidden even when he heard laughter in Abigail and Caleb's room. He heard his sister explain who he was to Bella. He wished he could just fade into the bathtub he was so embarrassed. This was a horrible first impression. He did not know how he wanted it to go before, but this was definitely not it. He felt something get poured onto his body and cloths.
'What?' Really? He really did smell so bad that even through mutual embarrassment, she took it upon herself to make sure he showered? 'Damn.'
Water sprayed at him, washing the soap off. Ally glanced down at himself. His cloths were worse for wear and probably where the smell was coming from. He took a sniff of his shirt. Oh, yes. That was where it was coming from. Alastar's ears flicked at the pinkette's apology. Great, now she was apologizing for what he should.
He opened his mouth to say as such. No words came forth when he saw the towel she was politely holding out to him without looking. Sighing quietly he made a quick choice. This was shirley to be the most embarrassing, he had to get out of his cloths before they started sticking. He was grateful that Abby had already gotten Caleb out of the room.
Wanting to just get it over with, he stood up at the same time he pulled at the bottom of his shirt. With difficulty, he pulled it over his head with a squelch. He had to struggle with it on his arms, but succeeded in the end. He then placed it on the side of the tub which was still filled with water. He was too self conscious to complete the next step facing Bella, so he turned around to face the wall. By now, Alastar was beat, beat red. He slipped his pants off with more difficulty than his shirt, having to bend over slightly while wiggling his hips to push them down farther. His tail started flicking to and fro. 'Omg, omg, omg.' Was like a mantra in his head. Finally they got past his knees, making the final stretch the easiest. Him only having to step on out of this pants and he placed it with the discarded shirt. He did not have to worry about boxers, seeing as he always went commando ever since he was young. He never liked the restricting feeling they gave him. Now, he was wishing he wore them anyways.
Alastar glanced behind him at the towel Bella was holding. As gently as possible, he took it from her hand and wrapped it tight around his waist. Still facing the wall, he figured it was high time he said something. "I...Uh." He took a deep breath, "So, ya. I'm sorry. That was...Uh...N-nice to meet you." He flinched at his words. 'Aren't you a charmer, Alastar?'
'What?' Really? He really did smell so bad that even through mutual embarrassment, she took it upon herself to make sure he showered? 'Damn.'
Water sprayed at him, washing the soap off. Ally glanced down at himself. His cloths were worse for wear and probably where the smell was coming from. He took a sniff of his shirt. Oh, yes. That was where it was coming from. Alastar's ears flicked at the pinkette's apology. Great, now she was apologizing for what he should.
He opened his mouth to say as such. No words came forth when he saw the towel she was politely holding out to him without looking. Sighing quietly he made a quick choice. This was shirley to be the most embarrassing, he had to get out of his cloths before they started sticking. He was grateful that Abby had already gotten Caleb out of the room.
Wanting to just get it over with, he stood up at the same time he pulled at the bottom of his shirt. With difficulty, he pulled it over his head with a squelch. He had to struggle with it on his arms, but succeeded in the end. He then placed it on the side of the tub which was still filled with water. He was too self conscious to complete the next step facing Bella, so he turned around to face the wall. By now, Alastar was beat, beat red. He slipped his pants off with more difficulty than his shirt, having to bend over slightly while wiggling his hips to push them down farther. His tail started flicking to and fro. 'Omg, omg, omg.' Was like a mantra in his head. Finally they got past his knees, making the final stretch the easiest. Him only having to step on out of this pants and he placed it with the discarded shirt. He did not have to worry about boxers, seeing as he always went commando ever since he was young. He never liked the restricting feeling they gave him. Now, he was wishing he wore them anyways.
Alastar glanced behind him at the towel Bella was holding. As gently as possible, he took it from her hand and wrapped it tight around his waist. Still facing the wall, he figured it was high time he said something. "I...Uh." He took a deep breath, "So, ya. I'm sorry. That was...Uh...N-nice to meet you." He flinched at his words. 'Aren't you a charmer, Alastar?'
Where: Bathtub With: Bella, Mood: Embarrassed Theme: Alive OoC: Omg. She thought he was naked. lol She just got a strip tease behind her. twisted
Edit: Oh noes! I'm editing now.
Edit: Oh noes! I'm editing now.
