Shang Beida turns around to see Casper fully dressed and also about as wet as he'd been after the storm. Which is fair enough, his clothes had been kind of covered in mud, might as well rinse them out. "I don't mind if you look? I mean, um. If you... wanted. It's-- fine. Anyway." He's definitely blushing again, but also, he doesn't mind at all if Casper watches him. He might even sort of like to be... looked at by someone who wants to look. Not that he's going to put on a show or something but...
He turns the water back on and tests it, wincing at how cold it is and waiting for it to heat up before he kicks off his inner pants towards his robes and steps in, soaping himself up, though he only rinses out his hair--he doesn't feel like fetching out his actual xianxia hair products right now and re-oiling it and everything. As long as he can scrub the sweat off his scalp he'll be fine. He determinedly doesn't look back over at Casper to see what kind of attention he might be paying, because that really might make him self-conscious.
When he's done, he dries off as best he can and puts his layers of robes back on, even if they're grubby and mudstained--on the front as well as the back, now. They're going to be brown instead of yellow at this rate. But he's going to wait until he has the attention and time to dedicate to cleaning the silk without damaging it more, which is not right this second in the shower. And the mud has mostly dried enough to flake off, only leaving the stains behind, so it's undignified but... fine.
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Date: 2024-03-31 02:26 am (UTC)From:He turns the water back on and tests it, wincing at how cold it is and waiting for it to heat up before he kicks off his inner pants towards his robes and steps in, soaping himself up, though he only rinses out his hair--he doesn't feel like fetching out his actual xianxia hair products right now and re-oiling it and everything. As long as he can scrub the sweat off his scalp he'll be fine. He determinedly doesn't look back over at Casper to see what kind of attention he might be paying, because that really might make him self-conscious.
When he's done, he dries off as best he can and puts his layers of robes back on, even if they're grubby and mudstained--on the front as well as the back, now. They're going to be brown instead of yellow at this rate. But he's going to wait until he has the attention and time to dedicate to cleaning the silk without damaging it more, which is not right this second in the shower. And the mud has mostly dried enough to flake off, only leaving the stains behind, so it's undignified but... fine.