The Shower Time

Description

Stepping in front of the large mirror on one corner of the room, he looks at his reflection running his fingers through dark brown, silken locks. Letting his hand drop back down, he grabs the hem of his grey sweatshirt hooking his fingers around the edge, and with one swift movement, the shirt is pulled over his head messing the just smoothened hair on its way.

Foreword

This is actually my solo rp what just popped in my head.

Enjoy~

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gazzareal #1
Chapter 1: i dont think there are only butterflies in my stomach any more..