[Pffft. He waves it off. Just a naked body. Not a specific pale, freckled body with some scars in the works. Larry would prefer to not invite the eyes of a third party since looking is all the action he's getting. Eyes dart from Freddy to gauge how far along he is to the door... until he remembers he's sort of in his boxers. Shit. Gun down flat to the bed he scrambles to put at least some bottoms on.]
Almost.
[Yeah. They don't sound like they were preoccupied or anything. Fuck. Well. It is what it is. If they do end up caught in a trap at least a few things were on the table already. How about that, Dimmy? Dying while out.]
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Almost.
[Yeah. They don't sound like they were preoccupied or anything. Fuck. Well. It is what it is. If they do end up caught in a trap at least a few things were on the table already. How about that, Dimmy? Dying while out.]