[ hooo. well, he'll take the long minute to try and clean himself up a little, too, eventually giving up on his too-hot sweatshirt and tossing it aside. it leaves his hair looking a little poofier than usual, but he is blessedly shirtless and also still bonelessly settled on the floor when roxy makes her way back.
ichiro looks up, and waits till she shuts the door to actually answer. (they could get in trouble, after all.) his mouth curls up into a grin, lighting his face. ] Hell yeah.
[ shifting where he's settled, ichiro spreads his legs apart a little further and pats his thighs. it's an invitation--c'mere. ]
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ichiro looks up, and waits till she shuts the door to actually answer. (they could get in trouble, after all.) his mouth curls up into a grin, lighting his face. ] Hell yeah.
[ shifting where he's settled, ichiro spreads his legs apart a little further and pats his thighs. it's an invitation--c'mere. ]