That's what friends are for | RP with phtgrphcscot
So far, Lachlan was in love with his and Tara's first home. He wasn't, however, keen on the boxes everywhere stemming from the fact they were only about halfway unpacked. It was late morning and he came shuffling downstairs still in his pyjama pants and the obligatory singlet to cover his scars and right through a large yawn and indulgent eye-rubbing, promptly ran right into a large box in the hall which so was not there when he went to bed the night before. At least, he didn't think it was. He wasn't actually taking much notice of the hall boxes when Tara pounced on him from the study and shoved her hand down his pants. The whole thing ended in Lachlan getting a good enough workout to have one of those rare nights that he didn't wake up in the middle of it.
He cursed and cringed for a moment as he grabbed himself. "Aye, well, if I wasnae infertile before, I am now," he mumbled and turned into the livingroom with his nose screwed up. The scowl evaporated when he found Beth sitting in there alone. "Hey, stranger. I cannae take you to Disneyland, but I can offer you a coffee and break-" He stopped when he realised the time. "Uh, brunch?"
He cursed and cringed for a moment as he grabbed himself. "Aye, well, if I wasnae infertile before, I am now," he mumbled and turned into the livingroom with his nose screwed up. The scowl evaporated when he found Beth sitting in there alone. "Hey, stranger. I cannae take you to Disneyland, but I can offer you a coffee and break-" He stopped when he realised the time. "Uh, brunch?"