zane chronicles: the post

[suckswithmaps]

NAKED APRONS

SKEEBALL

DARK FLAME MASTAH

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[armagone]

[He sees thigh, HE SEES THIGH. RED ALERT. RED ALERT.

THE MOST WANTED CRIMINAL IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND HAS ARRIVED— NO WAIT, WRONG RED ALERT.]

Wh-Wh-Wh-What the hell are you wearing?!

[If he were clumsy, he'd be— no, he definitely is slamming backwards into a cabinet and probably knocking something over. At least nothing's breaking?]

[suckswithmaps]

[Yes, there is thigh! And depending on where his line of vision falls, potentially some booty too.

Still a little groggy, she slowly turns her head to face Ragna when he begins to speak up. Once he starts shouting though, she realizes the situation and jumps, letting out a loud "eep!" as she stands there, frantically trying to figure out what to do.

Oh no, oh no, this is awfully embarrassing--]

R-Ragna?! I-I... A-ahhh... Ehhh...

[WHAT SHOULD SHE DO...

okay well first thing's first-- she has to turn around!! And so she quickly does in order to hide her skin as much as is remotely possible, and holds down the front of her apron to cover more of her legs.]

G-g-good morning, Ragna!!

[Trying to just brush this off ahahahahah this is so awkward ahahahaha hello nothing weird is going on here ahahahahahah]

[armagone]

Don't you "g-g-good morning, Ragna" me! That's not how you greet someone in the morning!

[Is he inching towards the closest immediate exit to the kitchen? A little bit, yeah. He's not sure if she meant to stride around her own home like this, but it was embarrassing and weird enough that he's pretty sure that excusing himself at the earliest convenience might alleviate some of this.

But it's kind of hard to leave when he's eyes are dead locked on her. That's not looking away, Ragna!]

[suckswithmaps]

How is it not?! When you greet someone in the morning, you say, "Good morning!" don't you?!

[Just trying to keep the subject away from her wardrobe (or lack thereof), okay... As futile as it is. She totally sees where Ragna's eyes are. This is just a terrible situation to be in right now oh lord.]

Ah... Look, eggs! I'm making eggs! Look at them!

[Pointing at the (probably burning) pan of eggs on the stove. Grade A plan.]