[ Jack wiggles around, stuffs his hands in the pockets and enjoys the way the waist of the jeans hangs off his hips, just tight enough in the leg to stay on. ]
I don't think I need that, we're good. Sooo ... [ Toeing the carpet, he shrugs and keeps his hands in his pockets, a damp chest drying. ] Anything you want to do?
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I don't think I need that, we're good. Sooo ... [ Toeing the carpet, he shrugs and keeps his hands in his pockets, a damp chest drying. ] Anything you want to do?
[ Barring each other. ]