“Please don’t laugh.” - Tomen
It wasn’t really anything that could be helped. The horrifying display was something that stirred both disgust and deep-rooted amusement, the combination bringing a grimace as well as a nervous chuckle from Susan as she sat upright on the bed, her chambers seemingly so much brighter with him in the room. It wasn’t anything she focused on – though she noted with surprise how the world around her seemed warmer and calmer when around him – when Tomen looked as he did.
This was the issue of spontaneously staying the night, and getting your clothes so dirty you had to remove them too be washed, and therein left helplessly half-naked… Until a generous beau offers her closet for you to sift through and choose something to wear until your clothing was finished.
Alas… There was a slight issue with Susan’s height and weight difference, that being Tomen wasn’t able to wear much of anything but a lacey toped, spaghetti strapped pink and white nightgown.
“… honey, oh,” Susan shakes her head, “I’ve…,” Blandly she states, trying her very damndest to concede to his request and keep herself composed, “I’ve never wanted you mor–,” and then she could no longer hold her calm, serene facade.
Throwing herself back into the pillows the Madam proceeds to fall into a fit of howling laughter.