WESTPLANTED, IN HIS LETTERS TO THE CAP’N heavy, oilskin coat shrugged off finds its resting place on a hook beside the door, rain leaving streaks behind across the surface. where hat would normally find itself coupled with it, he plucks rain-soaked cover off and reaches it out in alex's direction. he's all wet weather and open spaces, scented in leather and wet horses; hat settles on alex's head, mouth curled up into a tired smile. "lets go take ourselves a shower, sweetheart."
✯ IMPLACABLY ADORABLE JUST THE WAY YOU ARE, LOVE OF MY LIFE. LIKE A WET KITTEN LEFT OUT IN THE DRIZZLE AND RAINBOW. SO SOFT GOD TONED DOWN THE DOWNPOUR INTO A LITTLE RAIN. HE COULDN'T STAND TO WATCH YOU FROWN. INNOCENT HEARTED, GOLD FLAVORED SOUL I DAREN'T BITE NOW.
Sitting duck, the way he's just standing by the fireplace, straightening his posture after packing wood into the firebox, staring dumbfounded at the cowboy's approach. Not one to, say, be caught lacking, but Clay wields this gravity over him. Says it's cause he's a big fucker, but it takes more than a little sand truck to pull the ocean. Defenseless and unready as he just stands there and takes it, Clay places a wet hat upon his crown, he's scrunching his nose and recoiling away playfully, aw-fuck, dude— hands swatting Clay away by his wrists, giggling, the canine toothy grin he's got as the corner as the corner of his lip raises.
❝Ohhh, 's an us kinda shower, is it?❞ Say no fucking more. He takes the soaked cover into his hands, flicking it up and down in the direction of Clay's face to beat out a few droplets his way as playground revenge. He never did get to play in the playground as a boy after all, but if he had to guess, this is what it must've felt like. Innocent slices of life not revealed to him by Him in the garden, for to know what was taken from you is pure agony already suffered by another. Ah, no matter, his life is here and now, calloused hands taking Mr. Montgomery by the elbows, thumbs pressed into his cubitals and dragging him on. ❝C'mon, now, bison boy; I'm herdin' y'in.❞ Walking back into the bathroom, back tensed to push open the door left ajar, he flexes at the elbow to pull Clay right into his chest's reach, planting a quick kiss upon his lips. ❝Mhm. Mhmm!— stink like a fuckin' wet dog. Let's git ya in this shit on the double. Git naked, doll.❞ Backhand slapping tap against Clay's shoulder, other hand reaching into the shower curtains, already knowing where the tap is to turn it.
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