Oh, God. I don't hate any of them that much. Besides, none of them are here, to my knowledge. [He shudders a little at the possibility of getting stuck here with Sebastien Raine. Ugh, no thanks.
David stretches out a little as Wade's hands start to wander, the interest that's been simmering under the surface of his skin making a reappearance.]
Um, God, where do I even start? Definitely wouldn't put you in a kilt. That's not really your vibe. I'm thinking more...jeans that didn't come pre-bedazzled at the Buckle? Nice, Italian leather boots. A sweater without mustard stains. You, but elevated.
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David stretches out a little as Wade's hands start to wander, the interest that's been simmering under the surface of his skin making a reappearance.]
Um, God, where do I even start? Definitely wouldn't put you in a kilt. That's not really your vibe. I'm thinking more...jeans that didn't come pre-bedazzled at the Buckle? Nice, Italian leather boots. A sweater without mustard stains. You, but elevated.