Tramp (un_leashed) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-05-09 11:56:00 |
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Pants! They were already the bane of his existance. He about bit the hell out of the poor agent assigned to showing him how to wear the things. They were a little too snug and Tramp, not used to how little hair his legs seemed to have now, felt they were too odd of a sensation on the skin. So, when he got a room and after the agent left, he took them off and thought about throwing them out the window. It was a good thing he didn't or else he'd never get his steak delivered by the girl who said she would if he wore the damned things. But! She didn't say a thing about shirts!! Tramp wore the pants, jeans that made him want to itch his thighs, but when he answered the knock on his door it was without a shirt, gray and blonde hair sticking up at all sides from being semi-damp. "I tried to get some water, the faucet went nuts on me pidge, doused me in water!" True enough he had water droplets cascading down his chest too, and his mouth was still sort of wet. |