((WHY IS THE IDEA OF A STOIC CHARACTER LIKE JARAD DOING THIS SO EXCITING???? IM FREAKING OUT HERE))
She raised an inquisitive eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “Been that long since you’ve seen a body like this, Jarad?”
"I didn’t know the idea of undressing was baffling to you," she snickered.
Jarad turned back around and attempted not to stare.
"I assume you were undressing for a reason, unless you simply prefer nudity."
She shrugged, still in the position of halfway taking off her shirt, her arms resting against her chest. “Wrong place, wrong time. Though I don’t see you complaining,” she teased.
"Arielle has been roleplaying since she was about 13 years old and is relieved that she’s gotten better. And despite being not all that into magic anymore, she still enjoys playing me and considers me an… alter ego of sorts. We are similar in some ways, and completely different in others. She should take a few pages from my book and stop being such a timid little rabbit."
((sometimes i think she’s right))