[shockingly, koby does not answer the door naked. he’s wearing what could charitably be called pajamas – a nearly see-through tank top that’s small enough to ride up and reveal the glittering piercing in his navel, and shorts that hug his ass like a second skin – and he leans against the door smiling and nibbling one of the cherries from the room service he’d ordered barely ten minutes earlier.]
Hiiiiiiii, Mister Silco~ [coming from him, the formal title sounds obscene.] I’m so embarrassed, I’m usually so good at technology, but… [a helpless sigh, cherrystained lips pouting.] I just can’t figure this damn thing out...
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Hiiiiiiii, Mister Silco~ [coming from him, the formal title sounds obscene.] I’m so embarrassed, I’m usually so good at technology, but… [a helpless sigh, cherrystained lips pouting.] I just can’t figure this damn thing out...