"My God, Harvey, I was measuring the boy for a suit, not a spandex leotard. He had his undershirt and trousers on the whole time."
Harvey looks at himself in the fitting room mirror – stripped down to his boxer-briefs, as always – and then at René.
"Oh, darling." René smiles, and pats Harvey's bum affectionately. "We all have to have our little indulgences.
хахахаха, perfect, perfection
Harvey looks at himself in the fitting room mirror – stripped down to his boxer-briefs, as always – and then at René.
"Oh, darling." René smiles, and pats Harvey's bum affectionately. "We all have to have our little indulgences.
хахахаха, perfect, perfection
концерт бенгов. фанфик аронакс.
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you'd better get yours 'cause i'm getting mine~
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