[He snorts softly as he stalls long enough to shuck off his leather trousers, kicking them to the side- his boots are in the front room. There is nothing he needs to care about aside from these two lovely men...and yet he stalls somewhat, nudging Jack ahead of him. To look at them?
Probably.
To suddenly remember he's got several new scars and a harsher cut to his figure? Most likely. He's not ever been one to be self conscious of his flaws and yet he finds his hands sliding over the paler pinked skin along his ribs and the divot of his hip- a pockmark in his shoulder. New injuries from hard marches.
He hopes he is yet lovely enough for his men.]
Might we not air dry? It has been so long since i have seen you both, Moca.
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[He snorts softly as he stalls long enough to shuck off his leather trousers, kicking them to the side- his boots are in the front room. There is nothing he needs to care about aside from these two lovely men...and yet he stalls somewhat, nudging Jack ahead of him. To look at them?
Probably.
To suddenly remember he's got several new scars and a harsher cut to his figure? Most likely. He's not ever been one to be self conscious of his flaws and yet he finds his hands sliding over the paler pinked skin along his ribs and the divot of his hip- a pockmark in his shoulder. New injuries from hard marches.
He hopes he is yet lovely enough for his men.]
Might we not air dry? It has been so long since i have seen you both, Moca.