( maybe he'll just go around asking people what color his eyes are, and see if they answer correctly. ( but look, if he didn't want the attention brought his way by sauntering around half-naked, he'd think to wear more. it's not so much an inflation of ego as it is … a way of life, or something. maybe.

his posture shifts, and his arms find themselves folded over his chest as he watches her eyes dip down, and for the love of everything sacred, there's something in him that wants to keep this up just to see what her limits are. pushing buttons, sometimes it's a pastime. when there's nothing better to do. ) What kinda guy do I look like? ( why don't you hazard a guess for yourself? )

Denim chafes just as bad. Nothin' is all that comfortable when it sticks to you in weird places.