Wriothesley picks up his discarded robe after catching the track suit and uses it to wipe his stomach down so he's not at least walking through a hallway with cum on him. He slips the track suit on, but only wears it up to his waist, using the arms of it to tie around his waist. Honestly, like this, the track suit seems less gaudy. Or maybe Wriothesley's physique just saves it with the way it's being worn.]
Mm, if you ask nice enough I might be willing to turn a blind eye. Sometimes I forget certain things. Doesn't it happen to the best of us?
[A chuckle and he turns the doorknob and opens it. Well, looks like he definitely satisfied the ghost or whatever decided to lock them in.]
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Wriothesley picks up his discarded robe after catching the track suit and uses it to wipe his stomach down so he's not at least walking through a hallway with cum on him. He slips the track suit on, but only wears it up to his waist, using the arms of it to tie around his waist. Honestly, like this, the track suit seems less gaudy. Or maybe Wriothesley's physique just saves it with the way it's being worn.]
Mm, if you ask nice enough I might be willing to turn a blind eye. Sometimes I forget certain things. Doesn't it happen to the best of us?
[A chuckle and he turns the doorknob and opens it. Well, looks like he definitely satisfied the ghost or whatever decided to lock them in.]
Let's go.