Quick Stumble Over
"OW!" Dave exclaimed, apparently he had landed on something metallic and hard and he had to walk two steps before it stopped to smart. Ow.
He rubbed his behind. A washing mashine had betrayed his teleportation-pathway.
A bit embarrassing, if anyone saw i-
"Are you okay?" The corner of Dave's mouth twitched. This little inquisitive concern-annoyance was damn close to his boyfriends voice.
He turned around with a bit more dignty and winked at the unknown speaker: "Well, with such a nice voice, I almost fell for y-"
Huh.
This man also looked like Trevor just... older. Softer, too? Somehow?
Puzzled, he blinked a few times and looked him up and down. This man also... felt somewhat like his boyfriend, but much... bigger? If he had to put a name on it.
Certainly not spiking his hair up anymore.
When his eyebrow raised, apparently deeply unimpressed by his attempt at saving face, Dave laughed and reached out a hand: "Hello, name's Dave Fisher. I'm just coming through, pleased to meet you. Seems I found your laundry room, Sorry 'bout that Mister...?"