bullet boy (taking_control) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-07-03 16:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, james conrad, wesley gibson |
WHO: wesley + conrad
WHERE: room 404
WHEN: saturday early evening
WHAT: baring emotions while bare-naked
STATUS: in-progress
WARNINGS: pg13 (nudity, mentions of scars/war)
Being naked wasn't weird. Being naked all day was. Wes wouldn't bitch and moan about it since at least it wasn't just him. The hotel had raided all of their closets. Not even the sheets or curtains were safe to use. That felt unfair. If people wanted to opt out of clothing and walk around naked as a jaybird, Wes didn't give two shits. Being forced into it was something else. Personally, Wes wasn't comfortable walking around without clothes on. He was too self-conscious. It was really some fucking perfect timing for the hotel to decide to slide him some humble pie right when he was gaining some confidence over his body. But at least he had a place to hide. Conrad had been gracious enough to let him stay over. If Wes had his room to himself, he wouldn't have bothered his friend but since Rogue was having just as much of an issue about her own body, it was better for both of them that he go over to Conrad's instead. By the third day, Wes had decided to put together a list of the other weird and odd things the hotel had done. Everyone was saying that this would all end soon. But how soon was soon? They were at that resort for almost two weeks! Wes stuck himself at the table, hoping to make some kind of sense of it all. At least in the privacy of Conrad's room, he didn't have to worry about wandering eyes. It was still uncomfortable as hell doing anything, including sitting. Wes had gotten into the habit of crossing his legs whenever possible, at least assuming some shred of decency when he could. He felt horrible about using anything in Conrad's room to try and cover himself so he'd brought over some books that he'd thankfully left in his room. That small stack was on the table, forgotten for the moment. A noise out in the hallway distracted him and he lifted his head to glare at Conrad's door. "Do you think the clothes will just be back in our closets then? Or that they'll just be dicks and leave them out in the hall?" It was probably too much to hope for that the noise he'd heard was clothes being dumped at the door. But at this point, all he had was hope. |