001 Round In The Chamber | Video
[ Waking up in the equivalent of a meat locker was uncomfortable enough, mostly undressed with two women, was not exactly his regular sort of morning. It was cold as hell, and that much was clearly written on his face; just by the way he shivered on occasion. That wasn't to say Wesley couldn't handle a chill-- he was trained for all sorts of uncomfortable situations-- but in this thin ass-free robe and having been trapped in there for a unsavory amount of time Wes was bordering on very unpleasant. A hiss of a breath passes his lips and it almost fogs the screen, ]
Hey-- [ And his tone is quite aggressive, as he knows there are others on here; he's seen videos and messages sliding across his screen for the past half an hour while he was rooting around looking for clothing. He hasn't managed to find himself anything other than a torn paper top. The expanse of his shoulders exposed along with the scratches and lines that are scatted along his face. ] -- I need some fucking pants. [ He grunts faintly, brows knitting. ]
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Hey-- [ And his tone is quite aggressive, as he knows there are others on here; he's seen videos and messages sliding across his screen for the past half an hour while he was rooting around looking for clothing. He hasn't managed to find himself anything other than a torn paper top. The expanse of his shoulders exposed along with the scratches and lines that are scatted along his face. ] -- I need some fucking pants. [ He grunts faintly, brows knitting. ]
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