With a wry grin, he says, "It is, actually, if you're rubbing shoulders. Possessing enough familiarity to avoid causing religious offense is more daunting than it should be."
Since Astrid truly doesn't appear to Give A Shit, Jayce decides he should mirror her mindset and be comfortable enough to strip down to his skivvies. Should and does are two different things, but he's no neophyte in the game of 'fake it 'til you make it'. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth as he slips into the water, submerging himself entirely long enough for his lungs to tingle with protest, and then pops back up for air.
Glancing at Astrid, his wry smile returns. "Do you have a personal favorite, or is saying so going to tempt retribution?"
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Since Astrid truly doesn't appear to Give A Shit, Jayce decides he should mirror her mindset and be comfortable enough to strip down to his skivvies. Should and does are two different things, but he's no neophyte in the game of 'fake it 'til you make it'. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth as he slips into the water, submerging himself entirely long enough for his lungs to tingle with protest, and then pops back up for air.
Glancing at Astrid, his wry smile returns. "Do you have a personal favorite, or is saying so going to tempt retribution?"