[ You would have him threaten his twink status with exercise,
Ah. Caught in the act. Dokja deserves every bit of that wet slap to his face, but also what the fuck, there was vomit on that... H-his vomit, so he can't really muster up the audacity to be mad about it...
At the very least, he does have the presence of mind to look ashamed for his blatant act of staring, and a small, more sober part of him hopes Eustace doesn't think he's a pervert because hello? What's wrong with a guy admiring another guy's toned body...
Dokja looks away nervously and brings up the sleeve of his shirt to wipe at his face. His red face. It's red because he's still drunk-ish. ]
Yeah, okay. Um, do you want to borrow one of my shirts?
you should make more
Ah. Caught in the act. Dokja deserves every bit of that wet slap to his face, but also what the fuck, there was vomit on that... H-his vomit, so he can't really muster up the audacity to be mad about it...
At the very least, he does have the presence of mind to look ashamed for his blatant act of staring, and a small, more sober part of him hopes Eustace doesn't think he's a pervert because hello? What's wrong with a guy admiring another guy's toned body...
Dokja looks away nervously and brings up the sleeve of his shirt to wipe at his face. His red face. It's red because he's still drunk-ish. ]
Yeah, okay. Um, do you want to borrow one of my shirts?