[Barclay clomps in through the bedroom door, the final grains of sand scattering from his boots, his shirt slightly skewed. His coarse blue 'vintage' coat over one arm, because it's finally getting too warm to actually work and wear such a garment; especially now that such a thing as 'sunscreen' has been invented and he doesn't have to worry about burning, otherwise. He still has a bit of a farmer's tan, because he only learned rather recently that that isn't the contemporary 'fashion,' but he's been trying to go more topless lately and...
...and.
What? He stops stock still in the doorway, watching as she lays another frock in her luggage.] Kenzi? [he says. He's trying to guess if this is a sexy roleplay. They've done sexy roleplay before.]
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...and.
What? He stops stock still in the doorway, watching as she lays another frock in her luggage.] Kenzi? [he says. He's trying to guess if this is a sexy roleplay. They've done sexy roleplay before.]