who aquaman, aquagirl, and green fucking latern. what the emerald torch-bearer is moving in~ where the aquapad when afternoon on... a day rating pg-13? nc-17 if lorena had her way rofl.
Arthur stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He wasn't sure just where Lorena was at the moment, and he scolded himself for even thinking that he should. Ah, well. He went into his room and got changed into jeans and a t-shirt (very superhero-y), and towel dried his hair while he straightened up his room. The alarm clock was at the right angle, the closet doors were shut, the hamper was the same distance from the closet as it was from the far wall. Everything was perfect. He folded the towel up and put it in the hamper, and then went into the main room.
Green Latern, well, John, was supposed to be there soon with his stuff. Arthur felt pretty bad about making his friend stay on the couch. In fact, he had almost offered to take the couch and give John his bedroom. The only thing stopping him was his minor case of the crazies. He didn't like the idea of having someone in his room, in his bed, touching his stuff when he wasn't looking. It just didn't sit well. John would understand. The couch wasn't too bad. And Arthur was pretty sure that it folded out. If only he had any idea of how one went about doing that.
It felt a little weird to be alone now. He was getting used to having Lorena around, and he was already anticipating having John around. It was good to not be alone, wasn't it? Arthur certainly liked it. To kill time, he took a seat on the couch and switched on the news.