Jacob keeps the lights dimmed but not off, placing his gun on the desk.
"You can make a dirty joke out of anything," he remarks, unlacing his boots. He wasn't expecting this at all, so it's not as if he dressed for the occasion.
Still, there's something he finds comfortable about the whole thing. He kicks them off by the door and reaches for him again. "Don't know how I'm getting you out of those pants. They're fucking painted on or whatever."
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Date: 2024-09-02 12:52 pm (UTC)"You can make a dirty joke out of anything," he remarks, unlacing his boots. He wasn't expecting this at all, so it's not as if he dressed for the occasion.
Still, there's something he finds comfortable about the whole thing. He kicks them off by the door and reaches for him again. "Don't know how I'm getting you out of those pants. They're fucking painted on or whatever."