gavriil was silent as he pulled the towel from off his head, a large hand reaching behind himself to grab a fistful of his shirt, and began tugging it up his back. lower torso muscles twitched underneath pale, wet skin with each pull, gavriil softly grunting at the resistance the cloth was yielding against his skin. his glasses had been knocked away from his face a few times prior, so he just opted to put them in his pocket for later. pulling the wet fabric off of his body was proving... a bit more difficult of a task than he thought. both hands went up and more muscles flexed as he yanked at his t-shirt. little did he know, throughout the entire embarrassing ordeal, hannah was still only a few feet away. after pulling off his glasses he didn’t bother to double-check if she’d left, just quickly moving on to his shirt to try and make things go faster.
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