On the days when you act like you don't care
Who: Iason Mink/jupiters_golden & anyone and all. Come get wet Don't tell me any of you females don't wanna peek! PLOT :D
Date: DAY 115, Morning after breakfast
Status: Open to all, and any/Ongoing
Summary: Iason's showering. What happens and who stops in is up to you! Wanna get wet. Did those little fuckers get you all dirty? Need to be clean?
Location: The Showers~
Without having to wake up at the crack of dawn, nor having the sun filtered in through his luxury windows, Iason was starting to sleep in rather late. His Blondie hair sheltered the biceps that hugged his pillow. The troublesome irk that had joined his bed was now gone. He could sleep peacefully again.
The nerve of a mongrel.
Hearing those familiar footsteps didn't even bother to wake him --sure to be Katze's-- he'd roll over, ignoring the sound and sleep until mid morning, when his restless attire and routine wouldn't allow him to sleep anymore. Up and ready soon enough, Iason grabbed the lush soaps from the spas and pondered his way to the showers.
Empty, of course, good.
For now...
[ooc: NO POST ORDER! GO WILD! Don't even have to post with Iason, just slap a big OPEN in your subject for someone else. OR TAG SOMEONE. SMEXYNESS! NON SMEXYNESS! Tramatize your MUSE TO HECK!!]
Date: DAY 115, Morning after breakfast
Status: Open to all, and any/Ongoing
Summary: Iason's showering. What happens and who stops in is up to you! Wanna get wet. Did those little fuckers get you all dirty? Need to be clean?
Location: The Showers~
Without having to wake up at the crack of dawn, nor having the sun filtered in through his luxury windows, Iason was starting to sleep in rather late. His Blondie hair sheltered the biceps that hugged his pillow. The troublesome irk that had joined his bed was now gone. He could sleep peacefully again.
The nerve of a mongrel.
Hearing those familiar footsteps didn't even bother to wake him --sure to be Katze's-- he'd roll over, ignoring the sound and sleep until mid morning, when his restless attire and routine wouldn't allow him to sleep anymore. Up and ready soon enough, Iason grabbed the lush soaps from the spas and pondered his way to the showers.
Empty, of course, good.
For now...
[ooc: NO POST ORDER! GO WILD! Don't even have to post with Iason, just slap a big OPEN in your subject for someone else. OR TAG SOMEONE. SMEXYNESS! NON SMEXYNESS! Tramatize your MUSE TO HECK!!]