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[spillthetealeaf]

It's Molly. I'm going to assume you know what to do.

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[dirtywizardman]

[Uncalled for, really. Caleb doesn't even look up from his phone while he speaks into it.]

He's not saying he'll put you in something with quite his much flash. But I'm sure we can come to an agreement - that isn't just stealing my clothes.

[spillthetealeaf]

This is about the shorts, isn't it?

[ He can't help if they're comfortable. And distracting. ]

Look, I just think it could be fun. And I already said you could do the same to me whenever you want, no questions asked.

[gravity_fissure]

[He was outvoted, wasn't he?

Sighing, he closed the communicator and called out across the suite.]

Fine.

[dirtywizardman]

[Caleb's quiet a second, looks toward Essek and gives him an infinite grateful look for a moment, before looking over at Molly]

Something pastel?

[spillthetealeaf]

I was thinking light blue.

[ Or anything that wasn't black. Or grey. Or out of Caleb's closet. ]