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[armwriostle]

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[armwriostle]

[He moves to get to his feet, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. One can see the way his muscles flex and shift on his back before letting his arms drop back down.] That was good. Not what I was expecting waking up, but I'll take it.

[He considers himself a simple man with simple needs for the most part.

He turns and holds his hand out to the other.] I guess that's right. Wouldn't want to get stuck in here a second time. First time, shame on you. Second time, shame on me.

[laserguy]

[Thanks for the after sex show, Wriothesley, Scott definitely appreciates it. The combination that he really slept with another man and that apparently it was good twists his feelings once more, torn between that rising guilt and pleasure, but he curls his hand into the other's and pulls himself up. No time to think about feelings, he'll handle all that by himself later on. It's what he's good at.

Focus on getting a track suit and a shower. Easy things. Tasks to complete even though he's still standing half naked against Wriothesley and letting his covered eyes do a last appreciative once over. Look, can you blame him.]

Mm, I can't use the same excuse twice to get you trapped with me, huh?

[He responds lightly before walking back to the shelf that held the track suits, grabbing a large size and tossing it over at Wriothesley's direction.]

[armwriostle]

[Is it truly what Scott is good at???

Wriothesley picks up his discarded robe after catching the track suit and uses it to wipe his stomach down so he's not at least walking through a hallway with cum on him. He slips the track suit on, but only wears it up to his waist, using the arms of it to tie around his waist. Honestly, like this, the track suit seems less gaudy. Or maybe Wriothesley's physique just saves it with the way it's being worn.]

Mm, if you ask nice enough I might be willing to turn a blind eye. Sometimes I forget certain things. Doesn't it happen to the best of us?

[A chuckle and he turns the doorknob and opens it. Well, looks like he definitely satisfied the ghost or whatever decided to lock them in.]

Let's go.