He takes his time in the bathroom. Brushes the nicotine from his mouth and contemplates a shower because even though he had one a few hours ago, he's damn cold.
But in the end, he figures he'd rather just get this over with. He's not good at putting things off, too impulsive for that. And there's a few things he wants to tell Random too, a few things he wants to show him, in the best way he knows how.
It'll be a performance of sorts, if he's allowed. But a sincere one.
He undresses in the light, tosses clothes in the hamper, then switches it off before heading into the bedroom. He stops in his tracks when he sees Random sitting up and arms cross over his chest for a moment. Then he moves again, sliding under the quilt easily.
There's a momentary hesitation. But he has to start somewhere. And so, his head lowers slowly, until its resting on Random's stomach. He doesn't say anything, just waits to see if this is alright.
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But in the end, he figures he'd rather just get this over with. He's not good at putting things off, too impulsive for that. And there's a few things he wants to tell Random too, a few things he wants to show him, in the best way he knows how.
It'll be a performance of sorts, if he's allowed. But a sincere one.
He undresses in the light, tosses clothes in the hamper, then switches it off before heading into the bedroom. He stops in his tracks when he sees Random sitting up and arms cross over his chest for a moment. Then he moves again, sliding under the quilt easily.
There's a momentary hesitation. But he has to start somewhere. And so, his head lowers slowly, until its resting on Random's stomach. He doesn't say anything, just waits to see if this is alright.