-Black Opal-
-Nether Regions-
Andras got down from the bed and drifted over, stepping into the circle of light spilling from the bathroom. "No, I'll do it."
Reqiel had a troubled expression on his face, "I'll help."
"Who can see in the dark?" Andras calmly asked, glancing down at him.
Reqiel's expression turned sheepish, "You can." He seemed to let go of his reservations after that brief exchange, giving all his complaints to Andras. "Your pants didn't fit," He iterated, stepping back into the bathroom to grab a lamp. "I can't go out like this," He kept saying, walking over to the bed with the help of the lamp.
Andras hung around the doorway of the bathroom, listening to Reqiel talk while the Angel went back and forth. His shirt the Angel wore slipped down one delicate shoulder, revealing the pale skin, and without the light of the lamp, Andras could easily see his slender waist through the fabric. Andras wouldn't let him go out like this.
