DAMN BRO, SHE THICC BRO-
“.. -sigh-, I’m gonna have a handful when she wakes.. Just a little more, than she can backhand slap me..”
He moved her shorts just SLIGHTLY down, since some of the fluid was running down, he wiped it up, moved the shorts back, (which was like seriously, an inch T-T), and started to wipe off the last bit off of her.
“H-Hey! Jeez, sorry. I found you outside, hawks Did something dumb, didn’t he?.. Oh, right-.. Your, Tech kinda broke when you fell, your probably gonna have to buy a new shirt.. it’s-, covered.”
Youuuu could see him holding whatever he was using to clean her off in his hands.. well at least he was being honest with her-
(Sure! Are we gonna do a fandom like Mha, or our own ocs? I have like-, 5 other characters for you to pick if so. TvT)
“.. Well, let’s see.. helping you find whatever you need, seeing if we’re able to find a way to sew back your costume, since youuuuuu kinda ripped your shirt against the corner of the table when you jolted up.”