Shorts and a tanktop. [ He waves a hand vaguely at the opaque sky as he walks inside to fetch the aforementioned clothing. It's HOTTER inside despite there being less light, why the fuck is that. It's awful is what it is. Awful. Bucket of sad, melty ice full of water and beer, clean clothes, and sweating like he's going to die later, York wanders back out and offers it to CT. Here's to hoping he didn't sweat on them too much. ]
Bathroom's first door on the left if you wanna change.
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Bathroom's first door on the left if you wanna change.