It Started With A Meme...[RP Thread for Sascha]
Peter only sat at with his hands over his face laughing for a moment or two before turning off his laptop and putting it away. He needed to straighten up a bit before Sascha got there. Of course, when she got there, he wasn't really sure what they were going to do. He had only been half-joking with the woman as they traded bawdy comment after lewd remark with each other.
The company, he definitely wanted. And if he were as honest as the hardness straining his jeans, he wanted a bit more than that. He was beyond caring about that lack of Y chromosome Sascha had been bemoaning earlier. What had he told Adam and even his father? You push the buttons and things still work the way God intended. Yeah...
With a groan and a sigh, Peter began throwing clutter in the trash, clothes into the hamper, kicking things under his bed and into the closet. He sprayed air freshener just in case and made sure the bathroom was presentable. It was, save for a large collection of product lining the sink and the shower. But hey, storage was at a premium in his tiny apartment. Eight hundred square feet only went so far.
After a second thought, he made his bed but didn't change the sheets. That seemed too presumptuous to him even with the conversation they'd had. Peter kept telling himself they'd likely end up having a good laugh and then curling up to watch a movie or make fun of whatever was on E!.
Sascha was a person he could just unwind and have fun with.
The company, he definitely wanted. And if he were as honest as the hardness straining his jeans, he wanted a bit more than that. He was beyond caring about that lack of Y chromosome Sascha had been bemoaning earlier. What had he told Adam and even his father? You push the buttons and things still work the way God intended. Yeah...
With a groan and a sigh, Peter began throwing clutter in the trash, clothes into the hamper, kicking things under his bed and into the closet. He sprayed air freshener just in case and made sure the bathroom was presentable. It was, save for a large collection of product lining the sink and the shower. But hey, storage was at a premium in his tiny apartment. Eight hundred square feet only went so far.
After a second thought, he made his bed but didn't change the sheets. That seemed too presumptuous to him even with the conversation they'd had. Peter kept telling himself they'd likely end up having a good laugh and then curling up to watch a movie or make fun of whatever was on E!.
Sascha was a person he could just unwind and have fun with.