vampiriic:

    with silence taking it’s hold george takes the
    time to reach down to the floor, grabbing at a
    crumpled shirt, taking it off the ground with a
    few flaps of his hands. a look is given jeffrey’s
    way, before the vampire takes to putting the
    shirt on. fingers tug at fabric, shirt covering
    chest and stomach alike; with george soon
    sitting back, a mere smirk on his face.

         ❝i look forward to it. though i have to say,
           last night? quite enjoyable. gave me the
           best nights sleep in a while, actually.❞ 

     It was a shame to see him cover up his
marvellous physique, but Jeff didn’t say
anything–only sighed a bit as he watched
him yank it over his stomach.

     At his words, however, as the aroma of
coffee filled the modest apartment, Jeff
brightened slightly. “Glad I could help,” he
offered with a smirk of his own. He paused,
setting his spoon down into his milky
breakfast. “You–y'know, you’re welcome
to stay as long as you want.”