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Who: Iason Mink/jupiters_golden & anyone and all who wishes to thread
Date: DAY 102
Status: Complete/Ongoing
When: Some time after church xD (Sister Esther doesn't need to see this)
Location: Beach on the Island of Bad Taste
What: Iason decides it's time to go out onto the beach. Did I mention he's completely naked? >:}
The minute the sun touched his blondie hair, it blossomed into a ray of sunshine, golden hair spreading down his back. His head lightly ascended back, feeling the warmth on his skin and his suit. He didn't seem to mind stepping off the ship immediately after he left the furinature store. Already removing the thicken shoulder pads off his shoulders along with the edge of the attire he displayed underneath. All that clothing hide his perfect body.
Iason had purchased a beach towel, a rather long one with a white tone or beige in appearance, soft on his skin and blanketed it across the beach. Smooth muscles coiled under his clothing when it rolled off his adonis appearance, clothing rolling off into a pile at the end of the towel. The sun continued to warm his naked body, every inch of his unfurled to the island. His feet touched the warm sand, folding down onto the towel, his hair sliding over his perfect form to fold gently beside him on the towel, the end strands spreading against the sand.
Date: DAY 102
Status: Complete/Ongoing
When: Some time after church xD (Sister Esther doesn't need to see this)
Location: Beach on the Island of Bad Taste
What: Iason decides it's time to go out onto the beach. Did I mention he's completely naked? >:}
The minute the sun touched his blondie hair, it blossomed into a ray of sunshine, golden hair spreading down his back. His head lightly ascended back, feeling the warmth on his skin and his suit. He didn't seem to mind stepping off the ship immediately after he left the furinature store. Already removing the thicken shoulder pads off his shoulders along with the edge of the attire he displayed underneath. All that clothing hide his perfect body.
Iason had purchased a beach towel, a rather long one with a white tone or beige in appearance, soft on his skin and blanketed it across the beach. Smooth muscles coiled under his clothing when it rolled off his adonis appearance, clothing rolling off into a pile at the end of the towel. The sun continued to warm his naked body, every inch of his unfurled to the island. His feet touched the warm sand, folding down onto the towel, his hair sliding over his perfect form to fold gently beside him on the towel, the end strands spreading against the sand.