Just Because.
"The kid's out boarding," Kevin explains when Gwen arrives.
Kids on flying skateboards freak out the natives less after dark. Kevin also likes the idea of some drunk yokel mistaking Devlin for a U.F.O. They'd almost be right. Devlin isn't an object.
Kevin plunks down on his bed; leans back on his hands. There's a black blazer hanging on the back of the room's only chair. A black tie hangs with it. Both articles of clothing look lonely in the otherwise casual room. A pack of t-shirts on top of the dresser is eying them hungrily, but seem wary of encroaching on what is clearly jeans territory. Two pairs are folded and stacked on the chair's seat.
Men are bad with drawers.
Kids on flying skateboards freak out the natives less after dark. Kevin also likes the idea of some drunk yokel mistaking Devlin for a U.F.O. They'd almost be right. Devlin isn't an object.
Kevin plunks down on his bed; leans back on his hands. There's a black blazer hanging on the back of the room's only chair. A black tie hangs with it. Both articles of clothing look lonely in the otherwise casual room. A pack of t-shirts on top of the dresser is eying them hungrily, but seem wary of encroaching on what is clearly jeans territory. Two pairs are folded and stacked on the chair's seat.
Men are bad with drawers.