It takes Tamaki a moment to register what he's looking at here; it's not like Doll is naked (thank god), but there's not much clothing between him and a bare chest. Tamaki just stares for a long moment, before his eyes start to travel down against his will, slipping over the bottom of the chemise and on down...
He stares at her legs for really longer than is necessary before suddenly shaking himself back to attention. Slamming his hands over his eyes, he turns around quickly.
"I-I'm sorry, Doe-chan. I didn't... why are you getting dressed in here!?"
Probably because you just walked through the wall of the dressing room, fool.
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It takes Tamaki a moment to register what he's looking at here; it's not like Doll is naked (thank god), but there's not much clothing between him and a bare chest. Tamaki just stares for a long moment, before his eyes start to travel down against his will, slipping over the bottom of the chemise and on down...
He stares at her legs for really longer than is necessary before suddenly shaking himself back to attention. Slamming his hands over his eyes, he turns around quickly.
"I-I'm sorry, Doe-chan. I didn't... why are you getting dressed in here!?"
Probably because you just walked through the wall of the dressing room, fool.