[ Another strip of Julian's shirt falls away, and Jay's eyes go to follow it as much as they can. He's hindered by the hands on his face, though, and his eyes go back to Julian's again. ]
Why are you stripping off you're clothes? You're hot. We get it. Ah promise, everyone knew that before you started and if this is going to turn into some sort of greased up wrasslin' match in the middle of the casino, no.
[ He lets go of Julian and takes a step back - the telekinetically controlled hands can follow him, that's fine. Pulls off his own shirt after some doing, leaving Jay in a tank top, and yanks it over Julian's head like he's dressing a toddler. ]
Don't rip this one up, you can't have the other one. Now you've got clothes. Why do you need me to get you outta here before you run out of clothes? Ah just got here because - shoot, Julian. Josh's here. He didn't yell at me neither.
( jay takes a step back, and the hands don't follow after him. instead, they drop down to julian's side while he just scowls but takes the shirt anyway, even if he's shoving jay off of him in the process. he doesn't need to be dressed like a toddler, thank you, he knows how to put clothes on. )
I'm not ripping them on purpose, they're just - falling apart on me. ( yes, he knows he's hot. he knows most other people also knows he's hot, there's no use in denying literally any of that. but this isn't intentional showing off, if it had been he'd be a lot more purposeful about it. ) And obviously he's not going to yell at you. Have you met Foley?
( he'll get back to the why he needs help part later. )
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[ Another strip of Julian's shirt falls away, and Jay's eyes go to follow it as much as they can. He's hindered by the hands on his face, though, and his eyes go back to Julian's again. ]
Why are you stripping off you're clothes? You're hot. We get it. Ah promise, everyone knew that before you started and if this is going to turn into some sort of greased up wrasslin' match in the middle of the casino, no.
[ He lets go of Julian and takes a step back - the telekinetically controlled hands can follow him, that's fine. Pulls off his own shirt after some doing, leaving Jay in a tank top, and yanks it over Julian's head like he's dressing a toddler. ]
Don't rip this one up, you can't have the other one. Now you've got clothes. Why do you need me to get you outta here before you run out of clothes? Ah just got here because - shoot, Julian. Josh's here. He didn't yell at me neither.
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I'm not ripping them on purpose, they're just - falling apart on me. ( yes, he knows he's hot. he knows most other people also knows he's hot, there's no use in denying literally any of that. but this isn't intentional showing off, if it had been he'd be a lot more purposeful about it. ) And obviously he's not going to yell at you. Have you met Foley?
( he'll get back to the why he needs help part later. )