The fabric of the universe is far from perfect. It was a bit of botched job, you see. We only had seven days to make it. And that’s where this comes in. This is the only map of all the holes. Well, why repair them? Why not use them to get stinking rich?
[happy, confused humming eminates from a pit of tea]
mmmmmnot feeling like replies tonight yet.
sorry for stupid amount of ooc.
Greg eyed him for a moment. He picked up his joint, lighting it back up for a few more hits. Grian seemed to be stubborn right then. Not like he minded if he was naked anyways. He was attractive.
"Would it make ya more comfortable if I was naked too?" He teased, putting the joint out as he shimmied out of his boxers before slipping under the covers of the bed.
"Not really, no," said Grian with red ears. He felt Greg settle under the covers and wondered if he was naked anyway, then felt off thinking about that and adjusted the towel in silence a bit, closed his eyes, and attempted to drift off, skin tepid.