[ well for someone who is clearly dying from hangover, he's actually pretty cute. but quentin knows beauty when he sees it - it's why he has the reputation he does. he tilts his head, scrubbing in shampoo now as he watches the guy whirl around, a one act play all by himself. ]
I'm not yelling. I think your skull might be splitting from the looks of it. Long night?
[ he does make an amused effort to lower his voice. ]
You look like shit. [ a shrug of a bare shoulder, his soapy hair now left behind so he can start scrubbing himself down with a bar of soap. ]
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I'm not yelling. I think your skull might be splitting from the looks of it. Long night?
[ he does make an amused effort to lower his voice. ]
You look like shit. [ a shrug of a bare shoulder, his soapy hair now left behind so he can start scrubbing himself down with a bar of soap. ]