31.Dec.19, 04:50 AM
T'ryn quickly realised his mistake when Caz started tossing out the oddest excuses--like bringing back the plate when he could have done that when he left. Caz was a holder and just because he took measurements and sewed a man into his pants, didn't mean he was comfortable seeing every bit of the man afterward. He wanted to apologise but Caz was suddenly showing off a pair of boots he'd somehow managed to finish while working on the pants and who knew what else and that distracted him for the moment.
"Caz! Those are amazing as well. Look at the burgundy accents," T'ryn was blown away by the detailing and had never even thought about such a thing being possible. Brown boots were all brown. Black were all black. But this? This was cool and uniquely his. He needed to get N'mor in here and get some custom pieces made. He could see his friend getting a kick out of the details Caz thought of.
"You don't need to hel--," T'ryn broke off with a laugh as Cazan knelt to help him with the pants. He was going to let the man escape the task of helping the dumb bronzerider get free of his pants but it looked like Caz had gotten over whatever was making him hesitate. They worked together one leg at a time, shimmying and pulling until he was free and clutching the pants over his groin so as not to add to Caz's discomfort.
"Right. Definitely remembering the oil from now on." he laughed again and heaved a sigh of relief at being free. Not that the pants were uncomfortable, but just that the embarrassing jig to reach freedom was over with. He almost turned to go back to the dressing screen but stopped himself in time and took careful steps backwards until he was safely behind the screen once more.
As he started to dress, T'ryn couldn't help but worry about how much work Caz was doing. "You're not over-working yourself, right? Taking some downtime in the evenings and getting enough sleep? Do I have to drag you to bed each night?"
"Caz! Those are amazing as well. Look at the burgundy accents," T'ryn was blown away by the detailing and had never even thought about such a thing being possible. Brown boots were all brown. Black were all black. But this? This was cool and uniquely his. He needed to get N'mor in here and get some custom pieces made. He could see his friend getting a kick out of the details Caz thought of.
"You don't need to hel--," T'ryn broke off with a laugh as Cazan knelt to help him with the pants. He was going to let the man escape the task of helping the dumb bronzerider get free of his pants but it looked like Caz had gotten over whatever was making him hesitate. They worked together one leg at a time, shimmying and pulling until he was free and clutching the pants over his groin so as not to add to Caz's discomfort.
"Right. Definitely remembering the oil from now on." he laughed again and heaved a sigh of relief at being free. Not that the pants were uncomfortable, but just that the embarrassing jig to reach freedom was over with. He almost turned to go back to the dressing screen but stopped himself in time and took careful steps backwards until he was safely behind the screen once more.
As he started to dress, T'ryn couldn't help but worry about how much work Caz was doing. "You're not over-working yourself, right? Taking some downtime in the evenings and getting enough sleep? Do I have to drag you to bed each night?"