Post by mac on Aug 10, 2017 0:07:02 GMT
Cliff began to shave his jawline, smirking to himself when Peter called him an idjit and told him he didn’t have to go hard. ”I sure did. I’m not gentle with guys I hate.” He rolled his eyes. As Peter left, Cliff was left alone with his thoughts. He had to get showered and wash his wall. Thankfully it seemed as though they hadn’t had sex on the sheets. He knew he would be keeping this a secret from Pippa and Noah. They didn’t have to know about a one night stand he had with the fucking usurper.
Cliff hopped into the shower, and after he was cleaned and washed down, he started a load of laundry. He had to get his room cleaned up before any of his suitemates came home – lest they figure out. Cliff didn’t want anyone to know he’d hooked up with a guy: he didn’t need rumors about being gay circulating on top of all that #CliffTheDoof nonsense.
Daemon had spent the night doing literally anything but being in his dormitory. He was glad for the space, but unfortunately good things had to come to an end. He was walking up the sidewalk, his glasses slipping down his nose just slightly. On the way to his house he passed a boy not too far from his own, who looked like he was wearing yesterday’s clothes and had a limp in his step. Daemon knew that look anywhere: walk of shame. He smirked.
”Get fucked hard?” Daemon asked. He glanced at the kid. ”Recommendation for next time: take a cold bath after. It’ll make it hurt less walkin’ around, y’know?” Come to think of it, who was this kid? Did Daemon know him? He thought he hung around that Pippa girl, and he only remembered who she was because she was hot.