06-03-2015, 10:25 PM
Piras smirked. "The moon, huh? Well, you weren't so bad yourself, hot shot." He teased his fingers along the man's arched spine before Han-jae rolled out of bed completely. He hugged his pillow for a moment, savoring the smell in the fabric, and then swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Hm? Oh! I grew up in Portland, Oregon. The Arrival was coming to its climax, so I wasn't able to enjoy the nature there as much as I'd have liked, but the image of the tall, mossy trees have always stayed with me. I have a few landscapes programmed in there. One is a beach from the Florida Keys, another is the snowy caps of the French alps, and the third is Santorini. My family is from Greece, so I like to see where they came from."
Piras stepped into a pair of Lycra boxer-briefs and then pulled on a pair of washed-out skinny jeans over them. The shirt he picked was just a plain orange thing that rode up a little bit whenever he bent over or stretched his arms up above his head. Finally, he slipped on a pair of sneakers, smoothed down his braid, and then laid his palm on the lock to open the door. "Do you ever miss Seoul or Shanghai, Han-jae?"
Piras stepped into a pair of Lycra boxer-briefs and then pulled on a pair of washed-out skinny jeans over them. The shirt he picked was just a plain orange thing that rode up a little bit whenever he bent over or stretched his arms up above his head. Finally, he slipped on a pair of sneakers, smoothed down his braid, and then laid his palm on the lock to open the door. "Do you ever miss Seoul or Shanghai, Han-jae?"
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly.