M!a starter- female Vincent adventures.
Vincent’s shoulders slumped in releif seeing the bag with the clothing within. These would have to do for now. She released the blanket from her person and stepped out of it. Baring her body to Rude without much though and picked up the clothing inside. “Thank you..” she murmured.
Vincent then began the slow process of putting on the articles of clothing. The pants fit fine. If not a bit low. And the shirt, was a size two small and ended up being a little snug. But it was better then being nude. “You may enter.”
Rude froze still the moment Vincent dropped the blanket to the floor. Eyes catching the sight of the new naked female body in front of him. Not being fast enough to react. Her body was almost covered in numbers of scars but it wasn’t them who caught his interest. He was about to turn his head away and maybe walk to another room, but he couldn’t look away, his eyes starring in a mix of surprise and interest at he naked curves, most in surprise.
Yup, Vincent was a chick definitely.
And shit, she has a hot body. It wasn’t only Rude’s mind who thought that… Fuck. Oh sweet love of Gaia, why did he have to get a boner? The gods really must hate him. If Vincent sees it Rude would be a dead man.
The same moment Vincent picks out the last clothes garment Rude grabs back the training bag, hangs it over his shoulder and placing the bag in front of him so it covered his current… problem.
Rude coughed little, now being able to turn away his head. “P-please… Cover your self.” He knew his request came a little late, considering that Vincent was almost completely dressed by now.
Vincent had not exactly turned her back to the tall turk at her door. But she had also not thought twice before undressing in front of him. She had of course noticed something a bit off as soon as she unrobed infront of him and now that she was dressed this confirmed it. Slowly the gunman approached the man known as Rude, her eyes full of curiosity. “I am dressed?…” Her crimson gaze lowered to were he clutched the bag, a single black brow arching. Was he? Oh this was fascinating. So the rumors were true, and the stiff known as Rude, who was married to his work, was in fact attracted to women. Which of course was normal. Vincent had just forgotten the state in which he was in.
Oh no. Vincent was on him. When the ex Turk was closing up the the space between them it almost made Rude to take a step back. He tugged a little at his tie, looking away. Clearing his throat. “…Yes, your are now.” Adjusting the bag in front of him a bit more as Vincent’s eyes trailed down to it.
Luckily his body did start to feel the effect of the awkward situation, and even though the ex Turks shirt was really tight over her breast, had some of his blood starting to go back to other more important body parts. But Rude feared it was a bit too late anyway, it looks like Vincent has figured it out. Of course he/she did, Vincent wasn’t dumb and had recently been a man self in fact.
“So, what happened to you?…” Rude turns his head back to the female in front of him with more calmness and seriousness in his tone. Wanting to change the subject before she could utter any comment regarding what he was hiding behind the bag.
A brow raised in mild amusement as Rude continued to act a bit odd. It was almost adorable. Though words of such nature would never leave her mouth. “Honestly?.. Your guess is as good as mine Rude.” She flickered her hand dismissively. “Care for a beer? “ It was the least she could do after having him bring her some clothing.
Not to mention putting him into the state he found himself currently. Taking a step back she made way for the Turk to enter into her living quarters before walking to the fridge and drawing out a couple beers.
