First Shot
[Due to the mugginess and the heat, Cross has taken to hiding on the porch of Farmhouse #7, though he has yet to meet his roommates, due to him being a lazy-ass who sleeps in all the time. He is cranky, hot, and dearly wishing for some really strong alcohol, so at least that way he doesn't have to be sober and deal with the heat.
In an attempt to keep semi-cool, he's taken to not wearing a shirt or his coat and pulling his hair up into a ponytail, though it doesn't keep it entirely off his back. Nor is he wearing his boots, though the tight leather-belt pants have remained, as he has nothing else to wear. His lack of proper clothing makes Judgment rather obvious, but he just can't bring himself to care, flopped in the shade of the porch as he is.
He has never regretted showing off his hips/legs as much as he is at this moment. Leather pants + obnoxious heat = no fun for Cross.]
In an attempt to keep semi-cool, he's taken to not wearing a shirt or his coat and pulling his hair up into a ponytail, though it doesn't keep it entirely off his back. Nor is he wearing his boots, though the tight leather-belt pants have remained, as he has nothing else to wear. His lack of proper clothing makes Judgment rather obvious, but he just can't bring himself to care, flopped in the shade of the porch as he is.
He has never regretted showing off his hips/legs as much as he is at this moment. Leather pants + obnoxious heat = no fun for Cross.]