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I'm hardly surprised.

I mean, I have more of them if you want them. I'm bored as shit out here, I've already done more than enough practicing to where it's not really all that necessary until after I've performed the damn thing.

Are you asking to trade photos or are you just having fun taking sexy selfies?

I mean, I wouldn't say no. Though I'd imagine it being more difficult out there.

It is fun, though.

[A minute or so later, then, she gets a selfie back from Tyler. Isis is sitting on the second pillow next to him, clearly snuggled in for a nap: Tyler himself is in a singlet and casually half-buttoned shirt, unzipped slacks, lying on the bed with tousled, freshly-showered hair. He looks tired, but they did do like ten hours of flying.]

[Tyler, you're a fucking nerd and she's a combination of things that ultimately ends up in her laughing before replying. It's not bad, but the singlet is sure a fashion piece there.

But, hey, she's not a liar when it comes to this mess. So do enjoy the return reply of her chilling on her couch in a deep blue velvet robe. Totally nothing wrong here, nope.]

You're a fucking nerd.

You started it.

[Mature and eloquent.

And also- look. Maybe a guy can be self-conscious about his body sometimes. Even still, the return photo is nearly identical, save that he's now sitting reclined against the headboard and has removed the singlet, rather than the shirt. He's bi, he knows guys look better with just the shirt than with the singlet, even if he's much more well padded than most models that do it.]

I know I did~ Though much better without the singlet.

[That's fair enough, even if she doesn't quite understand what he's self-conscious about. But she's humming to herself as she tries to figure out what to send next. You know, maybe just casually letting that robe slip a bit. Not showing too much, other than the usual cleavage.]

Doubt I have to tell you that if these get out anywhere that I'll have to kill you.

[Tyler mirrors her in response, letting his shirt slide off his shoulders and pushing his hair back into something resembling groomed with one hand, that stays in the photo. It'd look genuine if it weren't for the shit-eating grin lurking on his face.]

I'd like to think that courtesy goes both ways. I certainly don't plan on sharing these. [He likes the concept of having Lydia's private photos to himself.]

[Neeerd. But it's something to be said when she's just grinning even if the subject matter isn't a huge deal.]

I don't share anything well, darling. Nor would I want to.

[She's not a liar. The next one she's shifting around a bit and it's a bit more posed with the top still just cleavage while pulled and shifted at the bottom to just show that copious amount of leg. Oops.]

[Tyler replies with a high angle, sitting with his elbow propped on a raised knee and showing off how his pants have been opened and pushed down just enough to reveal dark navy boxer briefs - arguably less than sexy, except that they're pushed down far enough that the top of his pubic hair is visible. His shirt is also fully off his chest now, draped loosely over his raised shoulder as opposed to wearing it, while the other arm is still in sleeve.]

Does that mean I'm private property now? I'm flattered.

[Oh, those words cause her a moment of pause. Mmm, there's implications there that she's not sure if she wants to entirely address. Right, focus on the stupidity of this situation instead.

What he gets in return is that kind of pose but the robe is undone at this point, but still covering everything, even though it's clearly open. Angles are everything, after all.

Don't ask how she got it.]

Mm. Just because I let you do as you please doesn't mean you ever weren't. [That makes no sense.]

[Tyler has to frown at his phone for a moment and parse that response. So... he is private property. And probably has been for a while.

...he can't say he minds that terribly.]

You've made your position on sharing me very clear so far, yes.

[Oh right, photo. His shirt's fully off now - he's not clean-shaven, he just has very little natural body hair - and he's shifted his legs so that he can push his pants further down, showing off a faint strip of skin amongst the pubes as he relaxes into his pillow further. Look he's not as flexible as Lydia he has to make do.]

[As if it weren't obvious by how she reacted to Solus' everything as being a threat.]

Thought I had.

[This is so stupid and yet the most amusement she's had all day, nor does she mind this type of distraction in the slightest.

But never to be outdone, seems she's taking the sort of same approach even if the lower part of the robe is staying on for now.]

Seems only slightly unfair that you have more clothing on than I do.

Seems slightly unfair that your body is far more impressive to show off than mine.

[Not that he's actually upset about it, if the fact he's sending back a photo a minute or two later where he is, indeed naked - and using the blanket to cover it up, just enough that his other hip and thigh are completely bare. His other hand is up on his blush-streaked faced, loosely balled over his mouth. If he lifts his covered leg it would absolutely expose him.]

Wait. Are you implying that I don't find you attractive??? That's ridiculous.

[Fuck, he's cute, though. What is this.

But hey, if he's going to go that far she can at least indulge in return, somehow playing some nonsense to sit upside down on the couch with the robe precariously covering her lower body some... how...

Don't question it, she's inventive. Sure does show off the whole ridiculous lean waify body bullshit, though.]

I'm implying that if we were to both get up on your poles, you'd certainly draw a larger audience than me. I know I'm not unattractive, but you're an 11 to my 7.5

[Lord her photos are gorgeous. How do you compete.

Let's try turning a lamp on, as opposed to the main room light, and lifting a leg to black out his bare groin with just shadows, his legs spread wide otherwise and blanket covering his one leg to the hip. His other hand is casually behind his head now. The dim lighting also helps hide his increasing blush somewhat.]

No, the reason that would happen is because I have years of experience and also tits.

[Being an elf is a cheat code is how.

But she's quiet on replying for the longest moment, trying to figure out exactly what to send back here. Perhaps... Hm.

You know what, what fuck, this is fine. That robe is gone at this point, but at least the couch is hiding a good bit given she's just resting on her stomach with her cheek on her folded arms. How she got that angle to be just right to also show her bare back and ass is questionable.]

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