Seriously, I don't even know how you were that wrong. I moisturize, I admit it, but: no.
[That whole...treading lightly thing? Well, apparently, he was done with that. This was, perhaps, due to the fact that this was getting a little too full of feelings and everything, and Eliot was still standing there all low-slung jeans, no shirt, and romance-novel wet hair just sort of half smiling at nothing while he pawed at all the marks on his neck.
Awkward just became uncomfortable. As in it was uncomfortable how easy it was to believe that had gone down, now that he was thinking about it.
Also: he did not look like a woman from behind. He was just...lithe. Yeah...]
In b4 "his girly moisturizer has a very distinctive scent, OKAY? B("
[That whole...treading lightly thing? Well, apparently, he was done with that. This was, perhaps, due to the fact that this was getting a little too full of feelings and everything, and Eliot was still standing there all low-slung jeans, no shirt, and romance-novel wet hair just sort of half smiling at nothing while he pawed at all the marks on his neck.
Awkward just became uncomfortable. As in it was uncomfortable how easy it was to believe that had gone down, now that he was thinking about it.
Also: he did not look like a woman from behind. He was just...lithe. Yeah...]