#* sasha

"If you're here to yell and scream about how I'm the bad guy and how I'm a mess you can't have in your life right now," The sound that left his lips was void of all humor and yet, was laughter just the same as he barely caught her eye as he looked back towards the shoreline, "I'm so not fucking interested, Sash."

"Sasha, get your damn titties over here," A moniker that was said with as much loving endearment as Rafe had within him. Far too few people sought to look beyond his.. more obvious flaws, and Sasha remained one of his all-time favorites. Unbuttoning his own shirt as footsteps slowed to the edge of the pool, he couldn't help the laugh that swelled up within his chest. Seeing her happy and wild was something he'd usually always encourage but... "you know how I feel about titties, but shit -- TMZ is gonna' have a field day with this. Since when am I the responsible one here?" By now, he'd slipped his shirt clean off and held it out for her - fuck knows where her dress had ended up. A problem for later.

“Pft, nah,” Donnie shook his head, setting down the large tank on top of his dresser, adjusting it so it wasn’t near the edge. “You’re barnacles if you think that I’m gonna live on land forever.” The fish inside the tank made a small circle, then swam to the top where the water met the air. Adonis grabbed the fish food and sprinkled some into the water, but a knock on his door caught him off-guard and he dropped the remaining contents on the floor.