Shizuo honestly appreciates her bluntness quite a lot, if nothing else--being a pretty blunt person himself, at the best of times. Genuinely straightforward people are surprisingly difficult to come by, as far as he can tell, so it's almost refreshing when it does happen...as if conversation's easier, somehow. It'd almost be pretty ideal with Namie, really, if it weren't for that--inexplicable awkwardness she keeps seeming to set off in him, at the exact same time...
Lanky as he is, his height probably doesn't help the mild sense of crowding in the bathroom at present, even if Shizuo has already been folding his frame a little in his habitually innocuous sort of way since entering. But ah, speaking of bluntness...in retrospect, he supposes that maybe his question just now likely was. A little unnecessary. One burn probably does feel about the same as the other to most people, right? (And they all hurt like hell, as he and Namie have mutually established in earlier conversation...)
Before Shizuo can begin to properly feel chagrined about this or venture an apology, though, Namie is standing up and reaching for a towel all of a sudden. This earns her a startled blink, on Shizuo's part, before she motions for him to turn around and her intention finally clicks. Ah.
Well, that does resolve the tiny elephant in the room now, doesn't it? Shizuo at least has the presence of mind to fumble the sink's faucet into turning off, and moving the damp towel he'd been working on to the counter before he draws a quick step back.
"--Oh. Right." Another step away, and then he turns to face the door, one hand on his hip and the other at his face again. He sort of wishes he hadn't taken off his sunglasses now...but at least turned away like this, he doesn't have to worry about whether the slight heat creeping into his cheeks will translate to anything visible for Namie. --Not yet, anyway. Shizuo feigns a great interest in the doorknob. "Just--let me know whenever you're ready, yeah?"
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Lanky as he is, his height probably doesn't help the mild sense of crowding in the bathroom at present, even if Shizuo has already been folding his frame a little in his habitually innocuous sort of way since entering. But ah, speaking of bluntness...in retrospect, he supposes that maybe his question just now likely was. A little unnecessary. One burn probably does feel about the same as the other to most people, right? (And they all hurt like hell, as he and Namie have mutually established in earlier conversation...)
Before Shizuo can begin to properly feel chagrined about this or venture an apology, though, Namie is standing up and reaching for a towel all of a sudden. This earns her a startled blink, on Shizuo's part, before she motions for him to turn around and her intention finally clicks. Ah.
Well, that does resolve the tiny elephant in the room now, doesn't it? Shizuo at least has the presence of mind to fumble the sink's faucet into turning off, and moving the damp towel he'd been working on to the counter before he draws a quick step back.
"--Oh. Right." Another step away, and then he turns to face the door, one hand on his hip and the other at his face again. He sort of wishes he hadn't taken off his sunglasses now...but at least turned away like this, he doesn't have to worry about whether the slight heat creeping into his cheeks will translate to anything visible for Namie. --Not yet, anyway. Shizuo feigns a great interest in the doorknob. "Just--let me know whenever you're ready, yeah?"