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[nothinglikefather]

Ladies, Gents and Qubit:

If you happen to find neatly folded trousers tucked away in corners around the place, leave them alone.

It's important they stay where they are in case of emergencies.

If you take them and don't replace them I will know and you will regret it.

And if you do see a tall, naked, handsome man looking for said trousers: Do not touch.

Comments

[nothinglikefather]

[ Jacob takes a moment to re-read that a couple of times. He has got used to a lot of modern language very quicky, but he still doesn't understand some of the terms Rey uses. He'll ask Angel about "clowndicks" and "bag of smashed assholes". ]

Like Cambridge or Oxford, you mean?

I promise this has nothing to do with parties. We'd all rather he didn't have to do this.

[circumitus]

[Oh shit, he's actually talking about someone else? Rey just... assumed this was one of those weird ass occasions where someone refers to themselves in the third person.]

guess so.

wait why would anyone HAVE TO have articles of clothing lying around?

[nothinglikefather]

That's really not my place to say. I just don't want people moving them because then he'll have to look for them.

[circumitus]

you realize how sketchy this all sounds rite?

[nothinglikefather]

...yes.

But just accept if for now? Please?

[circumitus]

fine whatever
its YOUR pantsless man anyway