[Haru shrugs his shirt on -- the kind that's loose fitting and easy to fit his wings through... and also easy to take off for impromptu swimming like today -- before putting on his hooded jacket.
I was walking back before, wasn't I? But he keeps that annoyed thought in his head, and keeps his expression impassive.]
I do.
[It's not far. Pants go on over his swimming jammers, yes. Haru straightens and looks down at his rescuer and retriever of stray laundry, his next words curt.]
I can make it back on my own.
[So there's no need to worry; he can take care of himself, really. Bears don't count.]
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I was walking back before, wasn't I? But he keeps that annoyed thought in his head, and keeps his expression impassive.]
I do.
[It's not far. Pants go on over his swimming jammers, yes. Haru straightens and looks down at his rescuer and retriever of stray laundry, his next words curt.]
I can make it back on my own.
[So there's no need to worry; he can take care of himself, really. Bears don't count.]