-- what. [koby drops his hands a bit, eyes narrowing a bit in skepticism at the laugh, at the sudsy audacity of this literal stranger. his booze-and-powder-addled mind doesn't click fast enough to connect the gleaming, soaking wet god of a man to the blurry myspace photos on teo's page -- not yet, not until later, until after he's stumbled out of the bathroom, warm and sleepy.
now, though, koby's eyes are bleary and his expression is one of bewilderment, some of the sharpness leaving him as he waits for a punchline that...doesn't come. instead: an invitation. an absurd one, but that seems to be par for the course with this place. besides, the last four conscious minutes have been hellish, so why not take every opportunity to improve his current situation, right?
so koby sighs, straightening up and pulling his shirt off, light catching the piercing in his navel as he stretches and tosses the garment in the general direction of the door.] Better have bottomless bloody Mary's too. I need the hardcore shit today. [pajama pants are next, puddling at koby's feet, and he pauses a minute to take in what he can see of the soapy, dripping body before him.]
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now, though, koby's eyes are bleary and his expression is one of bewilderment, some of the sharpness leaving him as he waits for a punchline that...doesn't come. instead: an invitation. an absurd one, but that seems to be par for the course with this place. besides, the last four conscious minutes have been hellish, so why not take every opportunity to improve his current situation, right?
so koby sighs, straightening up and pulling his shirt off, light catching the piercing in his navel as he stretches and tosses the garment in the general direction of the door.] Better have bottomless bloody Mary's too. I need the hardcore shit today. [pajama pants are next, puddling at koby's feet, and he pauses a minute to take in what he can see of the soapy, dripping body before him.]
Koby. Who're you?