[ He finally finds something usable, uncapping it to reveal a strong plume of bleachlike scent. Making a face, he turns to tell her so, only for her kicked-away suit to impact his leg. He looks down at it. Blearily, he registers: that's her suit. So--
he looks up--
ah
--and immediately pivots away, smacking his head against the cupboard door and taking a giant, mind-searing sniff of bleach in hopes of knocking out the sight of a long, golden back.
(Doesn't help.)
His face is bright red when he turns to look at her--dressed now!--and hecan barely form a coherent sentence, aggressively slamming the bottle down on the counter. ]
Yep! Sure did. I mean, this is bleach. Definitely. Right here. Bleach. Strong stuff, ha ha! [ He swallows. ] You look pretty girl.
[ A beat. ]
P-pretty good! I mean. Pretty good. You look pretty good.
steals from my fav movie
he looks up--
ah
--and immediately pivots away, smacking his head against the cupboard door and taking a giant, mind-searing sniff of bleach in hopes of knocking out the sight of a long, golden back.
(Doesn't help.)
His face is bright red when he turns to look at her--dressed now!--and hecan barely form a coherent sentence, aggressively slamming the bottle down on the counter. ]
Yep! Sure did. I mean, this is bleach. Definitely. Right here. Bleach. Strong stuff, ha ha! [ He swallows. ] You look pretty girl.
[ A beat. ]
P-pretty good! I mean. Pretty good. You look pretty good.
[ NICE SAVE ]