Re: Mat & Ren || The Docks
There were moments when Ren really enjoyed being who he was, and this was one of those moments. Her look, the 'oakmilk latte guy?' asked with the air that she was, suggesting that he was very definitely beneath her, but Ren didn't give a fuck. He'd practically gone to school with royalty and wasn't overly given to people's opinions about his current occupation.
"To be fair, I never recommend oatmilk," he quipped, cheerily. "Nice underwear," he added. It was a nice package under the dress, and while Ren tended towards men more frequently than women, it didn't mean he never tended towards women, nor that he couldn't enjoy a nice picture when one presented itself in front of him.
And then he supposed to be fair, he stripped off his own dark jacket, followed it quickly by the white shirt he'd had on underneath, and then undid the belt he was wearing. "Not for skinny dipping," he added good naturedly. "Normally if I'm undressing strangers it's for an end purpose other than freezing their tits off in a lake before summer's really hit." The water was not warm. Maybe he han't really mentioned that before - because he hadn't truly checked it - but he didn't have to. He knew it wouldn't be warm.
He dropped the belt onto the coat, reached down to push his shoes off, and then slipped the jeans down easily, folding in a sloppy way and leaving them on top of the coat. Since she was leaving on her underwear he'd leave on his, a dark pair of trunks. "Ladies first," he gave a bit of a bow.