Ѡ ((sorry not sorry))
Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
The fugitive always carried his smartphone with him, often expecting texts from Noctis or his other friends, but rare was it that he actually texted back. He was that guy, the one that kept everyone in suspense, or got back to them at the last minute. His screen flashed with an unknown number, pursing his lips as he did, he unlocked the phone.
Jaw dropped in shock, followed by a brow raise of approval, smirking at the nudes sent from a stranger. Damn he was fine, and he probably shouldn't reply, but he quickly found himself typing a response.
"Uh hey, I think ya got the wrong number, but uh.. if ya swing both ways-- ;D"
Sending the message he put his phone down beside him once again, smirking as he lit up a cigarette that hung loose betwixt his lips. Oh how turned on he was from those images alone. Without much hesitation, he would happily bed the male in the images.
