laundry love [completed]

t h i r t y : boxer briefs

"a few rules, adrian. the moment you see my grandparents, bend and touch their feet. it's a way of showing respect."

"i can do that."

"good. and i don't care if your scottish sausage falls from the lack of blood circulation, but wear t i g h t briefs. please. i don't want my grandmother to confuse your boner for an anaconda."

"she could charm it, i'm sure."

"ew. that image was not pleasant. and for the last time, snake charmers do not loiter around every corner. get that."

"okay, woman."

"do not roam around naked like you did in front of me. and oh, do not , i beg of you, kiss anyone openly on their lips. the society deems it unacceptable."

"..."

"adrian, why are you so close?"

"why? does it bother you?"

"..."

"ira, your eyes. it's almost like...murky water. t r a n s p a r e n t , at the same time― h i d d e n . teal with a hint of azure. an artist could paint them a hundred times and still get the colour, the very e s s e n c e wrong ."

"..."

"..."

"your hands are trembling, adrian."

"uh-huh. excuse me, could i have scotch, please? single malt."