Re: Indemnity
Just like f*ckbois into her DMs, Lochlan entered her room with purpose and little regard for her privacy. Then, he stated his complaint in the form of a question, sort of.
"I like to think of 'em as ours; sort of aimless garments," she mused, "ebbing and flowing with the Tide." Pun intended. He did not look impressed. Or that might have just been his face. Then came the sound. Like cattle lowing. But deeper. Much deeper. This noise both made Gael wince and want. "I'll," she began speaking as she finally hoisted herself up from in front of her mirrored vanity, "help pick up, hold on."
"D'ye ever think that your room is just my closet? It'd really save us both some space. Y'know," Gael paused and loaded Lochlan's arms with shirts that were mostly his, "for activities."