[ vassalord: rayflo + cherry; closed post ]

[likeagoodson]

[ Everything about this moment is rather embarrassing for him, and he's not looking anywhere but the ground. Ever again. He stands in the middle of one of their larger rooms in nothing but a towel, hair still slightly damp from the shower he'd taken earlier. Charley had done many things in his life, but this was, by far, the worst of them.

He also has his back to Master, hand clutching tight to his last thread of modesty. ]

I don't know why I'm doing this. [ Under his breath, words red-hot with discomfort. ] What's the point exactly?