but, he is quiet. too on cue, and he keeps to himself for the moment as he processes the mark on their body, and thinks of the one tally on their wrist. )
...Okay, okay.
( he'll turn around himself, back to back, looking up at the ceiling. he sighs, and he thinks of something as he turns back around properly, slowly undoing the button of his jeans, removing the zipper because who lays in bed with jeans on? i just can't stand the thought, that's like wearing socks in bed. anyway, he'll push his pants down, and along his thighs are a long scar that goes straight across, healed, but still a darker color than his pale skin. it's just a little under the cut off of his boxers, but he'll walk over to the dresser after to look for a pair of sleep pants. the comfortable ones. )
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but, he is quiet. too on cue, and he keeps to himself for the moment as he processes the mark on their body, and thinks of the one tally on their wrist. )
...Okay, okay.
( he'll turn around himself, back to back, looking up at the ceiling. he sighs, and he thinks of something as he turns back around properly, slowly undoing the button of his jeans, removing the zipper because who lays in bed with jeans on? i just can't stand the thought, that's like wearing socks in bed. anyway, he'll push his pants down, and along his thighs are a long scar that goes straight across, healed, but still a darker color than his pale skin. it's just a little under the cut off of his boxers, but he'll walk over to the dresser after to look for a pair of sleep pants. the comfortable ones. )
Hmmm... are you done now?