[ the shower was just what he needed, so by the time he was done, he felt much more relaxed and at ease. of course, it's pretty much afterward that he realizes he forgot to bring a change of clothes with him. blame it on the fatigue or simply out of habit, but he is usually more conscientious about it when reggie is home.
oh well, it doesn't matter. the bedroom is only a couple of steps away from the bathroom. besides, it's not like he has anything to hide here.
wrapping the towel around his waist, he starts to dry off his hair with a smaller one as he steps out into the hallway. he can hear the sound of a movie playing on the television and it... admittedly assuages him more. he wouldn't have been surprised if reggie ignored him and went straight back to porn. it's nice that he didn't. so, curiosity gets the best of him and he makes a quick detour to check out which film reg is watching and— how is he married to him?
he can't believe he's watching 50 shades of grey. god, this is... this is worse than the porn.
yeah. no. not in this household, buddy.
jug is literally so incredulous that he isn't even going to say anything as he crosses the room to lean over the couch and grab the control. honestly, he has pretty much forgotten that he's still only in a towel. if reggie looks over now, he is going to get an eyeful of exactly how much college and being a gang leader has changed juggie. with lean musculature decorated with a scattering of scars, he now has a full tattoo sleeve on his right arm depicting a dark castle against a skull backdrop merging into the southside's forest and a lovecraftian half sleeve on his left forearm with the crowned serpents tattoo standing out boldly above it.
a few quick flicks and he switches the channel to something else — anything else. it could be a cartoon for all he cares. ]
When I said no porn, I didn't mean you should substitute it with bad erotica. [ seriously. he can't even deal right now. ] Watch this instead. [ have fun with the sound of music, reggie. he's heading back to the bedroom now. need to put on some warm clothes. there will at most be a final glimpse of the serpent rules intricately tattooed onto the back of his left shoulder as he disappears out of sight again. he'll be back in a few minutes, if only to grab something to eat. ]
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oh well, it doesn't matter. the bedroom is only a couple of steps away from the bathroom. besides, it's not like he has anything to hide here.
wrapping the towel around his waist, he starts to dry off his hair with a smaller one as he steps out into the hallway. he can hear the sound of a movie playing on the television and it... admittedly assuages him more. he wouldn't have been surprised if reggie ignored him and went straight back to porn. it's nice that he didn't. so, curiosity gets the best of him and he makes a quick detour to check out which film reg is watching and— how is he married to him?
he can't believe he's watching 50 shades of grey. god, this is... this is worse than the porn.
yeah. no. not in this household, buddy.
jug is literally so incredulous that he isn't even going to say anything as he crosses the room to lean over the couch and grab the control. honestly, he has pretty much forgotten that he's still only in a towel. if reggie looks over now, he is going to get an eyeful of exactly how much college
and being a gang leaderhas changed juggie. with lean musculature decorated with a scattering of scars, he now has a full tattoo sleeve on his right arm depicting a dark castle against a skull backdrop merging into the southside's forest and a lovecraftian half sleeve on his left forearm with the crowned serpents tattoo standing out boldly above it.a few quick flicks and he switches the channel to something else — anything else. it could be a cartoon for all he cares. ]
When I said no porn, I didn't mean you should substitute it with bad erotica. [ seriously. he can't even deal right now. ] Watch this instead. [ have fun with the sound of music, reggie. he's heading back to the bedroom now. need to put on some warm clothes. there will at most be a final glimpse of the serpent rules intricately tattooed onto the back of his left shoulder as he disappears out of sight again. he'll be back in a few minutes, if only to grab something to eat. ]