[ Damn he's poetic in the wee hours of the morning, or at least he thinks he is. ]
Physically, though, he's more stumbling and when she gets to his door, he's a rumpled mess that's clearly just crawled from bed. He's in boxer briefs that hug his hips and leave very little to the imagination and a loose sleeveless shirt with arm holes that dip from his shoulders all the way to his waist to the point where its more hole than shirt, but it's airy for the summer heat that's starting to creep over the city. His hair sticks up at odd angles and his beard is a bit unkempt, but the smile he gives Amelia when he sees her is radiant and earnest even if he's trying to look nonchalant leaning against the doorframe of the Cat House with his arms crossed loosely over his chest. Really all the pose does is show off his enormous biceps.
Biceps he uses to pull her into an immediate embrace in order to steal a kiss as soon as she draws near.
switching to prose
[ Damn he's poetic in the wee hours of the morning, or at least he thinks he is. ]
Physically, though, he's more stumbling and when she gets to his door, he's a rumpled mess that's clearly just crawled from bed. He's in boxer briefs that hug his hips and leave very little to the imagination and a loose sleeveless shirt with arm holes that dip from his shoulders all the way to his waist to the point where its more hole than shirt, but it's airy for the summer heat that's starting to creep over the city. His hair sticks up at odd angles and his beard is a bit unkempt, but the smile he gives Amelia when he sees her is radiant and earnest even if he's trying to look nonchalant leaning against the doorframe of the Cat House with his arms crossed loosely over his chest. Really all the pose does is show off his enormous biceps.
Biceps he uses to pull her into an immediate embrace in order to steal a kiss as soon as she draws near.