[Carefully - ever so carefully, because Dave feels like he's teetering right on the edge, and a breath might send him over - he lifts Tav, withdraws from his dripping nook, and sets the troll down on the edge of the tub again.
Then, he leans back against the wall, crosses his arms over his chest, and looks contemplatively down at Tavros. The effect would be better, he thinks, if he had his shades - and if he wasn't still painfully hard - but Dave Strider is cool enough to make it work anyway.]
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[Carefully - ever so carefully, because Dave feels like he's teetering right on the edge, and a breath might send him over - he lifts Tav, withdraws from his dripping nook, and sets the troll down on the edge of the tub again.
Then, he leans back against the wall, crosses his arms over his chest, and looks contemplatively down at Tavros. The effect would be better, he thinks, if he had his shades - and if he wasn't still painfully hard - but Dave Strider is cool enough to make it work anyway.]