[it's ya boi, kyle] 'Christ, how's this place got the exact same feral pong as I remember?' 💀
Matt just kind of looks at Kyle as if he asked him what 2+2 was. There was a noted pause before he replies.
"Kyle. It's a fuckin' locker room. Of course it smells like shit."
He chuckles and throws his hands up in a 'what' stance before grabbing the top hem of his hockey jersey and pulling it over his head. He wipes his sweaty forehead off with it, and then throws it abruptly in Kyle's direction.













