Victor nods in relief, though her comment about standing guard nearly has him breaking out in nervous giggles. He's not worried about getting hurt (though, given how clumsy he is sometimes, it's a possibility), just about someone seeing him unclad. "T-thank you. I'll be right out." With that, he closes the door firmly. Oh my. . . .
He takes a few calming breaths, then pulls the scale out from the wall some and (a bit reluctantly) starts to disrobe. His hands are shaking a bit as he does. It's fine, it's fine, you're alone in here, loos are made for indecency, don't think about the fact that there's a woman just on the other side of the door I SAID DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT.
He carefully hangs his clothes on the towel rack as he removes them, finally getting his underpants off. Shivering a little, and unable to keep from eying the door (please, please don't come in unexpectedly), he hops on the scale. It beeps at him, cycles through the numbers, then displays 125 lb. Victor fixes that in his memory and hurries to redress, opening the door once he's settled. "It said 125 pounds," he reports.
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on 2009-05-31 11:53 pm (UTC)He takes a few calming breaths, then pulls the scale out from the wall some and (a bit reluctantly) starts to disrobe. His hands are shaking a bit as he does. It's fine, it's fine, you're alone in here, loos are made for indecency, don't think about the fact that there's a woman just on the other side of the door I SAID DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT.
He carefully hangs his clothes on the towel rack as he removes them, finally getting his underpants off. Shivering a little, and unable to keep from eying the door (please, please don't come in unexpectedly), he hops on the scale. It beeps at him, cycles through the numbers, then displays 125 lb. Victor fixes that in his memory and hurries to redress, opening the door once he's settled. "It said 125 pounds," he reports.