The shower wasn't relaxing. Hot water sluiced over Lee's skin, but it did little to wash away the tension coiled tight in her stomach. She scrubbed methodically, keeping her thoughts blank.
Okay, shower done. Next step… clothes.
Stepping out, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked into the bedroom. The air felt thick with anticipation – or maybe that was just her own dread.
She padded over to the closet, pulling open the doors.
Her eyes scanned the options. Most of the clothes weren't really hers, belonging to the woman whose life she'd unwillingly inherited. Many were… not practical.
She mentally sorted through them, looking for something simple. Maybe one of those oversized sleep shirts? Yeah, comfortable, covers everything. Sensible.
Hmm, sensible choice. Very... practical.
Lee froze, towel clutched tighter. (눈_눈)Oh great. Just what I needed. The backseat drivers.
She deliberately reached for the plain cotton sleep shirt.
Are you sure about that?
The voice—Original Lee's consciousness, the resident expert on all things Kevin and apparently bedroom-related—sounded far too cheerful.
Kind of boring, don't you think? Especially for a… 'special occasion'.
It's not a special occasion, Lee thought back, annoyance prickling her skin. (¬_¬) It's pest control.
Right, right. Pest control.(≖ᴗ≖✿)But even pest control can be done with a little style! Remember that black silky thing? The one with the lace? Kevin really likes that one.
Lee felt a flush creep up her neck despite the cool air. She remembered the outfit from the memory dump – barely there.
I'm not wearing that. (¬д¬.)
Why not? OL (Original Lee) sounded genuinely curious, like a child asking why the sky was blue.
You're going through with it anyway, might as well make it… effective? He gets distracted easily when he sees something shiny.(☆ω☆)Or lacy.
I don't want him distracted like that, Lee retorted mentally, pulling the simple sleep shirt off the hanger with more force than necessary. This isn't about putting on a show.
Isn't it, though? (¬‿¬)
OL's voice turned slightly sly.
You want this over with quickly, right? Want to regain control? A little bit of… visual aid… goes a long way with him. Trust me, I know.He turns into such a puppy.(∪ ◡ ∪)
Lee threw the sleep shirt onto the bed, turning back to the closet, pretending to look for something else just to avoid acknowledging the point. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
Stop trying to help. Your kind of 'help' is the reason I'm in this mess.
Aw, don't be like that!(◕‿◕✿)I'm just trying to offer some expert tips! Like, you know he prefers it when you—
Shut up!
Lee slammed the closet door harder than intended, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet room. Her face was burning now. (ノД`)Just… shut up. I don't need your commentary.
There was a moment of silence in her head, but it wasn't peaceful. It felt like barely suppressed laughter.
Okay, okay! Fine. Wear the potato sack. Her loss.
Though, you might want to at least borrow some of my moisturizer? The one with the vanilla scent? He really likes that… just saying!(๑´ლ`๑)
Lee groaned quietly, snatching the discarded sleep shirt off the bed. (눈_눈)
Fine. Whatever. Let's just get this over with.(￣ヘ￣)