[ None of Aki's threats, insults, and hypotheticals make a dent in Denji's conscience. Her torso bends, angling to get a better view of the underside of the outfit, wondering if it's maybe just that the outfit makes her look good and not that her body — just looks like that.

Except then the towel blocks her sight. ]

And where d'you think you're going? You can't just walk off, you're wearing my clothes —

[ Well, not hers anymore, but the claim's the only justification she's got to really be hounding Aki like this. She doesn't go to the effort of holding her hostage in her own bathroom, necessarily but she doesn't make it easy for Aki to squeeze past, jutting her shoulder out and feeling the brush of soft chest shove her side.

Immediately, she follows out after her. A hand reaching to snag one of the back straps to the dress around a hooked finger, releasing it in quick succession with a snap against her spine. ]

If you were really shitting, I woulda heard you making shitting noises and not come in! Gimme some credit here!