He threw on his undershorts and his pants...they were too small on him. He'd been so captivated by Dawn, he'd never realized...all of his clothes were too small. He reluctantly removed his undershorts again.
"You wouldn't happen to have anything lying around that a twenty year old man could wear would you?" He laughed.
"I wonder if the others know we're even in here...let alone going anywhere...they probabaly think we're still in the bathroom", he said, emerging from the washroom, "Hell, Donald's probabaly to high to care right now, and Edward's probabaly on the bottle..."
He smiled at her.
"Ready? Are we walking or no?"
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 04:19:15.
Edited on 2009-05-02 at 04:19:54 by Babaloo
He looked around...crap. Her room was a mess. The sheets were turned over, the windows were wide open...he hoped no one came in to clean up.
"Let's check up on them...", he wiped the little tiny bit of sweat left on his brow away and tried to push the memory of him and Dawn tangled in the bed to the back of his mind, but it was the only thing he could think about. If he happened to even be brushed by anyones elses mind, the memory would pour into them...feeling and all.
"Fast travel...or walk?"
Posted on 2009-05-02 at 04:25:03.
Edited on 2009-05-02 at 04:26:11 by Babaloo