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[almost_arabian]

It's late tonight when he comes in from outside for some reason or another - and since he doesn't see Parker in bed, he slips into the bathroom. The door is cracked open enough that a little warm steam filters into the bedroom area

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[misterparker]

Parker knocks at the door, could probably pick the lock, but isn't sure what the rules are yet, yawns, still tired. Thom tires him, sometimes, like talking with a mirror, reflecting all his energy back at him.

[almost_arabian]

It's going to be someone who he likes, because other people don't get to know where his room is. So he answers the door in his towel and with an arched brow.

"I'd wondered when you were coming in. I ought to just get you your own key, really." His hip is cocked when he speaks.

[misterparker]

Parker takes in the view with a grin. "Well, with a key, I wouldn't get to see you like this," Parker runs a hand up Lawrence's damp side, feeling the ribs through the scars. Grins.

"Hey," he says, leaning in for a kiss.

[almost_arabian]

"What makes you think I don't walk around in a towel when there are people that have seen me naked in my suite, Parker?"

His hand snakes into Parker's hair and he strokes lightly, leaning into the kiss.

"Anything significant happen today I should be aware of?"