[ It's nothing Pyrrha hasn't seen before - in fact, she's seen him in considerably less - but it's not a view she's especially tired of. For a few minutes, there's silence on her end as she just, well. Enjoys the picture. From the waist upward, her eyes carefully appreciate the sinew of his muscles, the line of his collarbone, the hint of broadness in his shoulders... and then, more than once, her eyes dip back down, in a needless and whimsical curiosity, thinking about where his jeans begin, the dip in his torso leading to his legs, and when the room begins to feel warm --
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