[littl3chocobo]

if he hadn't been watching as closely as he had then he wouldn't have noticed how many times he was looked at and though he chalked some of it up to wanton expectation he was certain that at least a couple times the eyes lingered. when he was done he rubbed the edge of it slack against his pants to get off most of the soap before dipping it in a clean bucket. he had nothing to dry it with and so left it open. without turning around he went to unbuckle his belt and slip out of his pants all while keeping his eyes trained on the other. if he was right he'd have a second reason to stay and if not at least it would dispel the suspicion, as he watched the eyes flickered back and forth like a nervous dog though each time they lingered a little longer. stepping free he turned around in time for them to dart away and moved so that he was close enough to reach but not so close he couldn't step away should he be met with aggression. "there aren't too many daughters anymore are there? even the roughshod houses wouldn't give their girls up but for the idea of prospect. you have a house and land though. why is there no missus brady?"