Look, he's not leaving. He's just putting his jeans on because he's not having his conversation with his dick out. He sits on the edge of the bed and runs a had through his curls, glancing anxiously at Max. "I'm an alien," he says in a breath, quick. "I don't know where I'm from." He holds his forearm out to show Max the tattoo of three differently patterned circles, lines drawn from them to meet in the middle in a triangle. "This is the only clue we've got and I have no idea what it means."
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Date: 2020-12-09 10:53 pm (UTC)Look, he's not leaving. He's just putting his jeans on because he's not having his conversation with his dick out. He sits on the edge of the bed and runs a had through his curls, glancing anxiously at Max. "I'm an alien," he says in a breath, quick. "I don't know where I'm from." He holds his forearm out to show Max the tattoo of three differently patterned circles, lines drawn from them to meet in the middle in a triangle. "This is the only clue we've got and I have no idea what it means."