Date: 2012-05-01 02:37 am (UTC)
genetic_deadend: (Side gasp)
Leah had sort of expected the big guy's owner to be close by, she just hadn't expected him to be close by and nearly naked and wet. Clearly, this was her punishment for ever uttering the words 'island aesthetics.'

Almost immediately Leah folded her arms across her chest in a stiff and defensive posture, and found something off to the side and over Galahad's head to stare at. Not that she was avoiding looking. She didn't care. The guys in the pack ran around half naked all the time. No big deal.

"Why? Do I need membership to a special club to go for a damned walk?"
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