[Byleth watched Dimitri pull off his clothes with an air of mild interest. This wasn't the first time he'd seen him half-naked, but it would be the first time seeing him naked naked, especially in this context. His gaze lingered on Dimitri's groin, when-]
Hm? [Oh right.] Ah. Yes, of course.
[Byleth tugged his sleepshirt off - it was thicker than his usual clothes, designed for the Faerghan chill, as even under the covers at night, the cold was pervasive. Yet now, he felt incredibly warm. He exposed his lean, well-toned torso, the pale skin peppered with scars old and recent, a timeline of his life as a mercenary to professor to, incredibly, the archbishop. He was unbothered by them. Scars were unavoidable in his line of work.
With that done, he then wriggled out of his trousers and underwear, humming quietly at the mess inside the latter. He'll need to wash those... but fortunately he had spare underwear for the ride back to Garreg Mach. Idly, he tossed his discarded clothes over the side of the bed to be dealt with later - and to stay out of the way.]
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Hm? [Oh right.] Ah. Yes, of course.
[Byleth tugged his sleepshirt off - it was thicker than his usual clothes, designed for the Faerghan chill, as even under the covers at night, the cold was pervasive. Yet now, he felt incredibly warm. He exposed his lean, well-toned torso, the pale skin peppered with scars old and recent, a timeline of his life as a mercenary to professor to, incredibly, the archbishop. He was unbothered by them. Scars were unavoidable in his line of work.
With that done, he then wriggled out of his trousers and underwear, humming quietly at the mess inside the latter. He'll need to wash those... but fortunately he had spare underwear for the ride back to Garreg Mach. Idly, he tossed his discarded clothes over the side of the bed to be dealt with later - and to stay out of the way.]