As always, Rowan's door is ajar, but they rush to greet the knock, dropping their tome and the note on the bed as they pass. They barely take in Max's change of clothes, throwing themself at him, wrapping arms around his neck and pulling him roughly down into a series of desperate kisses.
"You little shit." They punctuate each word with another kiss, pressing up as close to him as they physically can, absolutely not worried that they're still in the corridor. "Why'd you waste favour on me?"
Max probably won't get much of a chance to see, but he might be able to feel that Rowan has also come by a change of clothes, the newbie trousers having finally been replaced by a pair of skinny jeans that fit almost like a second skin around their legs - and bum, not that it's visible under the long, loose t-shirt that they're wearing, covered by an undone button up.
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Date: 2020-09-02 05:16 pm (UTC)"You little shit." They punctuate each word with another kiss, pressing up as close to him as they physically can, absolutely not worried that they're still in the corridor. "Why'd you waste favour on me?"
Max probably won't get much of a chance to see, but he might be able to feel that Rowan has also come by a change of clothes, the newbie trousers having finally been replaced by a pair of skinny jeans that fit almost like a second skin around their legs - and bum, not that it's visible under the long, loose t-shirt that they're wearing, covered by an undone button up.