"You can change in here with me?"
Ulysses pokes her head inside, the cubicle is a little cramped for two people, but it should be fine if they just turn their backs to each other. It's preferable to shivering outside while she waits for someone else to finish, she supposes. Stepping inside, she locks the door behind her and dumps her bag on the narrow bench - Sig has already started changing.
Gingerly, she peels her top off of her chest before wringing the bulk of the water out. As shes steps back to give her legs room to take off her shorts, she instincitively checks over her shoulder to make sure she doesn't bump into Sig, immediately turning her head back when she sees the rear of its entirely exposed body. Of course it's naked, they're both getting changed, what did she possibly think she'd accomplish by looking over? Now acutely aware of her own half-nudity, she rummages through her bag and slips on a shirt to give her a sense of modesty before she goes back to the shorts. It's strange to think how long it's been since she last naked around another Pseudo, strange to think she almost broke that streak without even realising.
Just after she wrings out her shorts and puts her normal pants back on, Sig asks her a question.
"Ulysses, I'm having some trouble, can you help me put this on?" When she turns to reply she's greeted by a half naked boy, holding out a bra in its one hand. This isn't the first time she's seen its breasts but the last time was so brief, she hadn't really had a good look. They're each small handfuls, but still a lot larger than Ulysses', and more developed too, with large dark brown buds that have shrivelled a little in the cold. It's a pretty chest, especially as it is now, framed by soft wet curls of gray hair and glistening slightly from the moisture.
"I'm meant to take one without hooks when I go swimming," it slightly waves its handless arm to make a point, "but it's been so long, I guess I forgot."
"Oh, sure, let me help you," She says awkwardly, hopeful that she wasn't staring for as long as she thought. Sig pulls the bra over its shoulders and turns its back to Ulysses. She takes the straps into her hands, and firmly closes them together, feeling a slight buzz in her nerves as her fingers brush against its cool skin, pressing into the flesh of its scarred back slightly as it hooks the sides together. "Done."
"Thank you!" It says sweetly, untucking its damp curly gray hair from under the straps on its shoulders. Sig seems so innocent, almost naive - like it's unaware just how pretty it is. It's kind of cute. Until they're both fully clothed and ready to leave, Ulysses remains facing the wall away from it.
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