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Joseph watched Nylah braid her hair, catching how she'd been watching him. He was surprised at himself, really. He'd spent years being alone and fine, not giving a s**t about anything. Now this girl was hanging with him, laughing and agreeing to let him draw her in her panties. She was far from ideal, but there was lots that was good about her: staring with her mods. He'd already noticed her ears, and liked them, but the hips were really great. Well done.
Joseph didn't have as many mods as he'd have liked, due to financial conflicts and such, but that wasn't to say he didn't have a lot; they were a hobby of his, after all. Nylah had obviously seen his canines this morning and his n****e piercings when he took off his shirt, but he also had his tongue web done. The tattoos on his body were all located on his biceps and back, many different designs that all meant something apart, and together they just made up "Joseph".
"Sure." he pushed himself out of the pool with his arms and strode over to his bag, pulling out the towels he'd stolen from the gym locker room. "Do me a favor and don't dry off too much, Kay? There's no point if you ain't still kinda dripping. Take your hair down too."
((Sorry, there was an issue I had to deal with))