Lyrin stays silent, changing back into his clothes and leaving the skirt and top in the room as he walks back out. He tugs his hoodie into place, silent as he wipes his name off the door.
Billy put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it. It wasn't open, or intimate...but fir Billy in public it may as well have been caressing Lyrins face. "Get them....or...get the shirt. It was a nice color on you."
Lyrin blinks and looks up at Billy. He leans into Billy, nuzzling close for a moment and closes his eyes. "Okay." He smiles slightly, turning to walk back to the room. He grabs both items, walking back to Billy, a shy smile on his face.
Billy tilted his head...his eyes flicking around gently, but he didn't see anyone focused on them. "I like..." He paused, chewing his inner cheek. His eyes looking down. "Whatever. You want to wear." He said huffing. Though Lyrin knew Billy lied abd threatened like water...that was perhaps one if the few that Billy seemed to flounder to try to make up an answer.
Lyrin smiles softly, reaching out and pressing a quick kiss to Billy's cheek, "Okay then. I'll try to get more comfortable in them. So you can see my legs." He teases, turning slightly to give Billy a little bit of space.
Billy straightened, touching his cheek when Lyrin kissed him, looking away. "I-i- whatever." He grunted as he tried to push passed it, walking behind Lyrin. His eyes tracking over his legs possessively.
"...we'll say it's for someone else, just because two guys walk into a store doesn't mean we're the ones using it-" he mumbled to himself as he followed after him
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