Post by Justin McDowell on Jun 12, 2012 14:43:49 GMT -8
Justin couldn't help but laugh as Sofi commented on how she was wearing the ultimate in nowhere to hide stuff. He dared think she could have stuck it in her waistband without being on the receiving end of jokes, unlike him, but hey, he wasn't about to tell her that. They'd all been woken up rather suddenly by screaming, and the events hadn't been exactly conducive to having time to go grab a wand. The only reason he had had his was because he slept next to it and had grabbed it for protection. So much good that had done him.
When she tossed his wet shirt at him, he caught it with ease and began to wring it. He didn't care that there would be water on the floor. They would both be cautious enough not to slip in it, and someone could clean it up easily. It was surely not the worst thing to be found on a bathroom floor by the janitorial staff at St. Mungo's--or any floor in the hospital for that matter. This would take forever. He was working on the sleeve right now and the top area. Too bad walking around a hospital without his shirt on was frowned upon. He was reaching bare minimum of clothing wandering around like he had.
Sofi's questions made Justin pause in wringing. Well, that was just lovely. Did he have to explain to his friend that she was hot and had all the right things to get any bloke's mind running wild with ideas? He swallowed, wringing his shirt out a couple more times with as much strength as he could muster before sighing and deciding he couldn't simply ignore her question. "It was the water, actually," he replied. "Or rather, how it was dripping down your shirt. And no, your...lack of shorts didn't help, but...it was mostly where the water was dripping down your shirt and the fact you weren't wearing...you know..." He cleared his throat, feeling insanely awkward having this conversation with his only remaining friend. He wrung his shirt and kept the opposing forces working for a few seconds, trying to exert his anxiety somewhere.