[Automatic, as Yuan shoves his tunic into the cubby and pulls his boots off.]
[Trousers. Damn it. Yuan rolls his shoulders like he can feel gazes between his shoulder blades -- there aren't any, Kratos would be blocking them with his body even if someone was inclined to look, this is not logical -- and he snaps back at Kratos.]
All I've had the time for is paperwork and working off the illness. We'll see who humiliates whom.
[Now just irritated, Yuan shoves his trousers off and claims the towel to wrap around his waist in two swift motions. The back of his neck prickles. He resists the urge to fold his arms.]
no subject
[Automatic, as Yuan shoves his tunic into the cubby and pulls his boots off.]
[Trousers. Damn it. Yuan rolls his shoulders like he can feel gazes between his shoulder blades -- there aren't any, Kratos would be blocking them with his body even if someone was inclined to look, this is not logical -- and he snaps back at Kratos.]
All I've had the time for is paperwork and working off the illness. We'll see who humiliates whom.
[Now just irritated, Yuan shoves his trousers off and claims the towel to wrap around his waist in two swift motions. The back of his neck prickles. He resists the urge to fold his arms.]
Happy now?