Quick Log: L and Sasori
After at least a half an hour of watching endless male-on-male contact, made legal by the rules of "football", Sasori finally found a reason to leave the room, to go fill up a snack bowl. Going into the kitchen, he half-tossed, half-shoved the empty bowl on a spare bit of counter space and wiped his mouth off on his hand, then shook it restlessly.
Rubbing both hands down on his sides as though to clean them of something, he looked around the kitchen for the tell-tale bag of cheesecurls. This wasn't going exactly as he had planned, and he had nothing on his leads.
Rubbing both hands down on his sides as though to clean them of something, he looked around the kitchen for the tell-tale bag of cheesecurls. This wasn't going exactly as he had planned, and he had nothing on his leads.