[Wait, what? He gets to watch her undress? That's not what he thought she was leading into, but he is absolutely here for it.
He watches with completely enraptured focus, doing That Unrolled Tongue Thing he does, eyes following every single tiny move her hands do and drinking in every further inch of exposed alabaster skin. He makes a small squeak when she winks at him. When her dress makes a quiet thump on the floor, he gulps hard, taking in the everything about all her wide hips and plump, full-bodied breasts, her thick thighs -- and the beauty of all of her traits that, to him, are alien, unfamiliar, exciting.
Larry thinks she's real cute regardless of what kind of underwear she wears. But he notices the fact that it's not just some practical pair of cottons -- you know, the kind that ladies put on when they're expecting not this to happen later in the day.
When she speaks, Larry can only reply with a delighted whimper that turns into a giggle halfway through. He reaches out to her, taking up her left hand in his and snaking the other around her waist. If she's familiar, she'll recognize this as a closed dancing frame.]
Mina, you are...
[But instead of forcing her into a two-step he -- despite the difference in their sizes and his visible lack of strength -- spins her into a romantic dip. He may not be battle-trained, but he is trained in dance, and aided by a healthy serving of Cartoon Physics. Don't worry about it.]
...absolutely divine, babe!
[He plants a kiss on the knuckles of the hand he's holding.]
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He watches with completely enraptured focus, doing That Unrolled Tongue Thing he does, eyes following every single tiny move her hands do and drinking in every further inch of exposed alabaster skin. He makes a small squeak when she winks at him. When her dress makes a quiet thump on the floor, he gulps hard, taking in the everything about all her wide hips and plump, full-bodied breasts, her thick thighs -- and the beauty of all of her traits that, to him, are alien, unfamiliar, exciting.
Larry thinks she's real cute regardless of what kind of underwear she wears. But he notices the fact that it's not just some practical pair of cottons -- you know, the kind that ladies put on when they're expecting not this to happen later in the day.
When she speaks, Larry can only reply with a delighted whimper that turns into a giggle halfway through. He reaches out to her, taking up her left hand in his and snaking the other around her waist. If she's familiar, she'll recognize this as a closed dancing frame.]
Mina, you are...
[But instead of forcing her into a two-step he -- despite the difference in their sizes and his visible lack of strength -- spins her into a romantic dip. He may not be battle-trained, but he is trained in dance, and aided by a healthy serving of Cartoon Physics. Don't worry about it.]
...absolutely divine, babe!
[He plants a kiss on the knuckles of the hand he's holding.]