[He pouts at her and sticks his forked tongue out, then promptly almost bites it as she pulls his shirt off him. A giggle escapes - Mituna's not that bad to look at, if a bit on the skinny side, with thin scars showing up like chalk lines against the grey of his skin - and he rubs his hands up his arms.]
It doeth.
[A moment later, and he's trying to pull one of his shoes off without sitting down, which naturally, inevitably, ends in him falling on his ass. He lets out a short, sharp curse, squinting one eye shut, but it's a quick recovery as he gets back to yanking his shoes off and wriggling out of his pants.
He does indeed have swimming trunks on under his jeans, and when he finally wobbles back to his feet, curling his toes into the sand, he grins.]
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It doeth.
[A moment later, and he's trying to pull one of his shoes off without sitting down, which naturally, inevitably, ends in him falling on his ass. He lets out a short, sharp curse, squinting one eye shut, but it's a quick recovery as he gets back to yanking his shoes off and wriggling out of his pants.
He does indeed have swimming trunks on under his jeans, and when he finally wobbles back to his feet, curling his toes into the sand, he grins.]
Rathe you.