wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them (for art and mihee!)
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no one should be outside the villa while the party’s still going on inside– there’s some important announcement to be made and according to mihee’s father, she should be there to hear it. of course, he hadn’t told her WHY she has to be there, which only makes her think that he only told her that so he could continue to show off his smart, kind, and obedient daughter to all his colleagues and fellow vip’s.
it’s cold out ( so much so that her mother and father had started to sing ‘baby, it’s cold outside’ on their way to the event ), and she’s with art because who else would be with her to escape the horrors of old people trying to ask questions about their futures and politics and whatever else it is they need to blab about? she simply means to get away from it all, talk a little, and then go back inside when it looks like everything is over. but the male seems to have other ideas, and she isn’t sure if she’s entirely on board.
when he starts taking his clothes off, eyes widen and she’s already stuttering out her shock. “what– what are you doing? we’re literally in the middle of winter right now– don’t– oh, god–” mihee looks away to give him privacy of sorts, which is probably what she should’ve done the second he started unbuttoning his shirt, and when she hears a splash from the pool they were standing in front of, she immediately turns around, still looking rather horrified. “are you insane? do you know what hypothermia is? i may be in heat-tech underwear right now but that doesn’t mean i can just jump in– please stop looking at me like that.”
