[Fully-dressed is a very generous term for this. There are leggings, okay? Granted, they currently have his testicles in a chokehold, and if he were unsure about the notion of fathering children at any point, it's a definite impossibility now. Probably for the better.
No one wants his genes.
Because there are two empty bottles of God-knows-what on the lip of the tub. God-knows-what because Trever has peeled the labels off bit-by-bit and left them tiny, soggy, multicolored flakes in the bathwater; empty because--
Even with Adrian's leave-in conditioner in his hair, he reeks of alcohol.]
Don't ask me 'what the fuck' unless you brought the bog whiskey.
no subject
No one wants his genes.
Because there are two empty bottles of God-knows-what on the lip of the tub. God-knows-what because Trever has peeled the labels off bit-by-bit and left them tiny, soggy, multicolored flakes in the bathwater; empty because--
Even with Adrian's leave-in conditioner in his hair, he reeks of alcohol.]
Don't ask me 'what the fuck' unless you brought the bog whiskey.