[ When the elevator doors slide open, Troy was ready and meets Reira's greeting with a smile. A clever reply was waiting at the bottom of his throat, only for it to fizzle out when she reveals the sight of her clothes underneath the trench coat, and presented it so confidently that Troy's own managed to stay quiet. He feels his jaw drop, eyes unable to pry themselves away from the way that outfit suits her elegant, slender figure. ]
...I think, a loss for words is another symptom I'm having.
[ He admits defeat. His wit is gone out to lunch. ]
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...I think, a loss for words is another symptom I'm having.
[ He admits defeat. His wit is gone out to lunch. ]