The party had been fine, the apartment was wrecked, and Izumo was going to have to figure out how to get seven different stains out of carpet, and how to get egg off the ceiling....he hoped that was egg, at least.
He wandered into the bathroom, kicking out of his jeans as he did so - oh fuck, did he have gum in his hair again? He leaned in close to the mirror, pulling at his chin-length black hair as he did so.
No, that was...not gum....
....Izumo turned around and looked at the person standing with their hand on the shower knob. "Oh, morning."
Izumo didn't particularly care that he was naked as the way he was born...plus a few piercings. No doubt they'd already seen at least some of that last night: Izumo's parties were known to be wild and often two tequila shots and a thong away from an orgy.
Fifteen - Nine - Gimme a random muse!
He wandered into the bathroom, kicking out of his jeans as he did so - oh fuck, did he have gum in his hair again? He leaned in close to the mirror, pulling at his chin-length black hair as he did so.
No, that was...not gum....
....Izumo turned around and looked at the person standing with their hand on the shower knob. "Oh, morning."
Izumo didn't particularly care that he was naked as the way he was born...plus a few piercings. No doubt they'd already seen at least some of that last night: Izumo's parties were known to be wild and often two tequila shots and a thong away from an orgy.