A Severe Case of Sexuality Overdose
Josh wasn't feeling all that well. Physically, he was kind of hungry, but besides that he was fine. Meanwhile, he was psychologically a bit unhinged around the edges. After his conversation with Guy, he was all kinds of confused, pissed off, and upset. In no particular order.
He had kissed a man. He had, voluntarily, kissed a man. This was... maybe not bad, he reminded himself in a politically correct manner appropriate for a good, upstanding Democrat, but it sure as hell was all kinds of confusing. He shuffled into the kitchen and slumped into a chair, staring off into the distance. He was wearing the grey suit pants and blue shirt he had been wearing when he had arrived on the island from Washington, the shirt untucked and only a few buttons buttoned somewhere around the middle. They had been cleaned a while ago, but they were wrinkled and ratty now, making him look like a recently homeless politician. An idea which, he reminded himself, wasn't entirely inaccurate.
He settled his chin on his hand as he heaved something between a sigh and a whine. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to get something to eat, or to just sit there until all his problems died of old age. His stomach rumbled. Maybe they'd die of hunger first.
[OOC: JOSH KISSED A MAN. And then, when Josh was all confused and upset and didn't want to have sex immediately, the man kicked him out of his cave. Josh is pissed, and confused, and nnngh. Not the best time to meet him, but familiar friends are much welcomed.]
He had kissed a man. He had, voluntarily, kissed a man. This was... maybe not bad, he reminded himself in a politically correct manner appropriate for a good, upstanding Democrat, but it sure as hell was all kinds of confusing. He shuffled into the kitchen and slumped into a chair, staring off into the distance. He was wearing the grey suit pants and blue shirt he had been wearing when he had arrived on the island from Washington, the shirt untucked and only a few buttons buttoned somewhere around the middle. They had been cleaned a while ago, but they were wrinkled and ratty now, making him look like a recently homeless politician. An idea which, he reminded himself, wasn't entirely inaccurate.
He settled his chin on his hand as he heaved something between a sigh and a whine. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to get something to eat, or to just sit there until all his problems died of old age. His stomach rumbled. Maybe they'd die of hunger first.
[OOC: JOSH KISSED A MAN. And then, when Josh was all confused and upset and didn't want to have sex immediately, the man kicked him out of his cave. Josh is pissed, and confused, and nnngh. Not the best time to meet him, but familiar friends are much welcomed.]