You don't just need a doctor you need a mortician baby

[hearthethoughts]

[Millitimed to a few days ago]

Matt opens the door all sneakyninjalike. If Anything, His room resembles a comfort inn non-smoking single.

He closes the door, "S-so. Music?"

Must. Find. Musicplayer

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[fallen_april]

"Music's good." April agrees. She glances around - his room is nothing like hers. Then again, she's been in hers for over a year, and has her own sheets (blue and silver striped) and everything.

[hearthethoughts]

Only passing through.

No TV even! Matt woes, "...Okay-Okay-"

He grabs for the clock radio grinning as it starts up with, "You've lost that lovin' feeling." Slow and easy. the Barry white mix.

Then, practically bouncing, he falls across the bed, nearly hitting his head on the nightstand, "-Ouch! Ow-kay-ow-"

He makes a face, but lays back, "...Alright babe. Show me the goods."

[fallen_april]

Mmm, slow music. She's more comfortable with heavier, harder music, but this'll do just fine.

Hands running over herself. Her hips. Pants getting slid down an inch or so, to show the top of her panties and thank god she's wearing her pajama-style pants today, loose cotton, elastic, more graceful than getting out of blue jeans.

[hearthethoughts]

Matt's expression can be described thusly in the icon. OMGNOWAI.

He's also trying to get himself into a sitting position-with...some difficulty.