Molly, good god. Throw that shit into the nearest bin out there.
[ He huffs and puffs as though scandalised, smiling all the time as he uses some wipes to get himself pseudo-clean and starts ferreting for his leathers. Rumpled sweatpants are kicked off and he waits, blanket on his lap, for Molly to leave before he has to wriggle unsexily into his clothes. ]
Will you let Caduceus know it's ... safe to return?
[ A hurried tidying will take place as soon as the tentflaps close, that's for sure. ]
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[ He huffs and puffs as though scandalised, smiling all the time as he uses some wipes to get himself pseudo-clean and starts ferreting for his leathers. Rumpled sweatpants are kicked off and he waits, blanket on his lap, for Molly to leave before he has to wriggle unsexily into his clothes. ]
Will you let Caduceus know it's ... safe to return?
[ A hurried tidying will take place as soon as the tentflaps close, that's for sure. ]