[ there will be dust sticking to wet places they shouldn’t. oh, he’s caked. absolutely caked and a little slimy (plenty slimy), with a cloud of dust bursting up and simmering down in little particles. whatever floats down, sticks. ]
Just wet. [ at least the dust soaks it up like a sponge, but it’s still honestly . . . an ugly mess to clean up after. steam begins to build from the evaporating flesh until all seems like thick, hot mist, the room’s filter perhaps too small to rid them of everything at once. and since laying on his back is almost like doing bridges, he’s going to flip himself over, like a burger. booty up, face flat, and muffled against a pressed cheek he adds: ] Too many layers.
[ a wet cough barrels here; was he talking about himself or how long it took kaede to undress? ]
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Just wet. [ at least the dust soaks it up like a sponge, but it’s still honestly . . . an ugly mess to clean up after. steam begins to build from the evaporating flesh until all seems like thick, hot mist, the room’s filter perhaps too small to rid them of everything at once. and since laying on his back is almost like doing bridges, he’s going to flip himself over, like a burger. booty up, face flat, and muffled against a pressed cheek he adds: ] Too many layers.
[ a wet cough barrels here; was he talking about himself or how long it took kaede to undress? ]