TEXT, JULY 23RD

[sogekihei]

I'm bored.

Does anybody want Chroma?

No, I don't do hand holding. Or hugging. So don't ask.

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[sogekihei]

[ oh he's fucked this guy before. a pleasant surprise awaits. ]

I don't have a preference.

I'll let you pick where. I'm offering anyways.

[lifehacker]

[ Travis will likely take a second before he's like, wait you shot me. ]

come on over
i got a cat though so if you're allergic too bad

[sogekihei]

[ yeah but at least it was hot, so? ]

Surprised you didn't want to do this in public.
How the hell am I supposed to know where you live?

[lifehacker]

actually y'know what. you got me
i'm actually out having some shots rn
y'know the park with the koi pond that glows?
i'mma nut into it, hahhaa

[sogekihei]

I hope they ban you for life.

[ how does he always end up here. ]

I'll be there in a few. Try not to fall in and drown before I get there.

IT IS NOW REAL LIFE

[lifehacker]

[ As promised, the city's greatest fuckboy awaited his nighttime snack by the pond; it was hot out and hey, they were gonna get naked anyway, so he was in something not-jeans for the first time ever. He really just looks like a slender white guy without his normal regalia (ie. jacket, shades).

Though the slow dawning recognition on Travis' grinning face changed it from hell yeah to wait to fuck off. ]

Don't shoot me.

[sogekihei]

[ ogata's in surprisingly average attire himself, the military uniform gone for a change — he had originally intended on blending in entirely, not making his presence now, but well.

he recognizes that face and it recognizes him.

he looks towards travis unflinchingly, a hand smoothing idly his own hair back. ]

You didn't complain last time.

[ there's a slight quirk of the brow. ]

Are we doing this or not?

[lifehacker]

I don't half-ass things. I'll whole ass one thing, and it's not this.

[ With no further premable, Travis stood and dropped trou, shining white thighs in the glow of the lighting. ]

[sogekihei]

You're so goddamn annoying.

[ with a sigh, he steps forward — only to promptly place a hand on his crotch. ]

Well? How do you want to do this today?

[lifehacker]

Lube's in my pocket, if you wanna raw me.

[ Pocket on the ground, in his dropped trou. ]