(trumps pov)
He looks so perfect standing there. In his American apparel underwear. I go to the shower after a long day of attacking lgbtq+ rights. I take my gucci suit off along with my dignity. I turn the golden knob in my shower as the hot water runs down my wrinkled forehead. I suddenly realize i forgot to take off my wig.
After i put my rough sausage hand on the shower wall i look down to see the orange water taking my spray tan. My arm hairs stand as i hear the bathroom door open. I can hear the flap of his feet smacking on the floor.
(pepe's pov)
I can tell he's stressed by how hot the steam is. I think of a way i can reduce his stress and i think of the perfect remedy. i take off my blue Versace shirt Donald got me for our anniversary, then off goes my yellow shorts from macy's. the. of course i slip out of my American apparel underwear . I ask if he's ok, he remains silent. I open the shower curtains and gently caress his shoulders. I take our clé de peau Beauté soap bar and rub it over his upper back making my way toward his crack. After washing his muscular legs i make my way back up and turn him around . I can tell he's a little depressed today so i take his chin and position him to be looking at me.
"what's wrong my sweet zesty orange?" i ask the sad wët man.
"it's nothing" he replies with a slight smirk
i can tell he's holding back his emotions so i take his shoulders and i hug him close
"you know you can tell me anything bb"
"i know it's just been a long day, trust me it's nothing important" he says as he gets out of the shower. My plan has failed i think to myself, i finish my shower and dry my green skin off.
