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Sands is at home making a grilled cheese sandwich. He stands at the stove in a silk robe. It's white and printed with pink flowers. He doesn't know this of course. It looks even stranger with the combat boots he's also got on.
He's feeling bored and lonely. Not in the mood for dealing with pirate friends, and El still throwing a fit about the whole deaf thing, he turns to prostitutes. Or more specifically, Jean-Paul.
Sands has always kept at least one whore around as a filler friend. He likes JP more then many of his past ones.
They pretend to be interested and come over whenever he has the cash. It's nice to know for certain a person is only there for the money. It's much more comfortable to him then his other buddies.
He told the boy to come over and maybe he will. Sands isn't sure. What he is is hungry. He's been hungry a lot latly.
He's feeling bored and lonely. Not in the mood for dealing with pirate friends, and El still throwing a fit about the whole deaf thing, he turns to prostitutes. Or more specifically, Jean-Paul.
Sands has always kept at least one whore around as a filler friend. He likes JP more then many of his past ones.
They pretend to be interested and come over whenever he has the cash. It's nice to know for certain a person is only there for the money. It's much more comfortable to him then his other buddies.
He told the boy to come over and maybe he will. Sands isn't sure. What he is is hungry. He's been hungry a lot latly.