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[angewiesen]

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[angewiesen]

[don't laugh don't laugh DON'T LAUGH]

Just undo any button you find. Eventually you'll get the right ones.

[He helped out a little too, with clasps that might be a little more covert. Honestly, he couldn't blame her-- the whole outfit was fashioned in such a way that it strapped him in as tightly as possible, for that 'more muscle than comfortably fits in the fabric' kind of look.]

[lordofthefries]

[If he ever plans of getting some from Sasha tonight--or ever again--he better not even chuckle.]

This is stupid...

[She's complaining, but at least she's not giving up on the buttons, managing to get a few untucked. For what it worth, the suit did look good on Jean, very pleasing to her eye, but it's a real pain in the butt to get to what she's knows is underneath the cloth. Not that she hasn't seen his muscles bared before, but it's a whole different context now.]

[angewiesen]

[Trust me, he was holding back with all his might.]

Yeah, it is kinda dumb. It's the kind of stupid I enjoy though. [Totally impractical in every way, but he liked that pomp and circumstance.]

[Still, the shirt came off easier than expected, and Jean managed to shimmy it off his arms behind him without tearing anything. He wasn't shy about it at all. He strutted around shirtless all the time back at Casa de Voltron, in and out of the house. They lived on a god-damned tropical island, so of course he did.]

You still cool? [Jean was pretty sure this was fine, but it seemed like a good point to stop and reassess.]