[ The weight of the towel falls comfortably onto her shoulders as it wraps around her. Susato blinks, the realization hitting then, causing her cheeks to flush her favorite shade of pink. Although this is not the first time, she can't help but self-consciously pull the towel tighter around her, treating it like a fuzzy blanket cover as she awkwardly crawls off him.
Ryu has also squirmed her way out of her arm by that point, having apparently decided that she did not need to be there for this human talk--though she assures them that she would not be far. ]
Y, Yes, but I, um... should probably be dressed... for that.
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Ryu has also squirmed her way out of her arm by that point, having apparently decided that she did not need to be there for this human talk--though she assures them that she would not be far. ]
Y, Yes, but I, um... should probably be dressed... for that.