*insert tshirt emoji here because I have yet to figure out if my new Samsung has emoji capabilities and also need to start interacting with the people I follow* (:3 werewolf-cordon-blu)
send me “-👕” to catch my muse without a shirt on
Sniper sighed as he stepped out of his van. That baby raccoon he had taken in was a messy eater, and had covered his shirt with gruel. Thankfully, not much had gotten spilled on the inside of the van, but it might be better if he found somewhere else to feed Ankle-Biter from now on.
He peeled off his shirt and dumped it on the ground to be taken care of later. He had left a bucket of water beside the van door specifically for this reason. He fished a rag out of it, and began cleaning the splattered gruel off of his face, chest, and arms.
Mundy was almost finished, when he heard someone walk up. He turned, not stopping what he was doing even as he eyed the pyro. “Need something?” He asked. He wasn’t shy about bare skin, but that didn’t mean he wanted anyone to watch him bathe either.