Jun 22, 2015
makersanddreamers
“They threw me in a dumpster,” JR says by way of greeting. “I’m pretty sure my shirt will never be the same.” He’s also pretty sure the dumpster had human feces in it, which might explain why he showered, too. “You were the closest.”
Blinking at the other, Sanggil seems to show his sympathy with a soft little hum of acknowledgement. “Stay here for the night then, I suppose.” Pale fingers run through black locks as he heads to his closet, looking for anything the other could wear.