Grey's sitting in the living room, polishing a pair of revolvers... one is purple, the other is red... they both have black handles.

He takes the underwear. "Thank you, John. I'll see you later." And he closes the closet.

"Well, I'll feel uncomfortable without wearing them."

"Yes, I'm sure, John."

"Underwear, at least." He says as he grabs the shirt.

"Hello John. Could you... hand me some clean clothes?"

Grey opens the closet, and is just standing their, wearing only a towel. His hair was wet. He just got out of the shower.

**Just wrapped up a 3 hour 38 minute Binding of Isaac run. I killed Delirium twice. Lucked out with getting Death Certificate on the first round, partially thanks to Red Key, on the second round I got Spin Down Dice. Banger run.

"Kiss me... and I cannot stress this e-fucking-nough... on the god damn lips."

#SeductiveSunday

Grey's wearing his stripper outfit around today.

He pulls his hand back, reached into his jacket, pulls out a pink dry-erase marker, and draws a pair of hears on John's cheeks.

Grey leans in with his head to the side, and just places a kiss on John's cheek. Just a quick peck... but probably enough to just stun John.

He continues raising his hand pushing John's head back slightly more until John is looking straight up.

He takes his finger out of their mouth... than presses one of the fingers on his other hand to their forehead, pushing them slightly.

"Just a friend of mine, John, I promise. A woman by the name of Kemi, in high school she had a massive crush on me, but she out grew that."

"You can smell that?" He asks, eyebrows raised. "Wow, you have a really, really strong sense of smell."

"Is something wrong, John?" He asks calmly, clearly not understanding the problem.

As they keep sniffing... they soon smell... the smell of another person... there's perfume... and Grey doesn't wear perfume.

"You're really just huffing up a storm, huh?"

It's a bit musky, but not in a bad way... but there's other scents in there... motor oil... and... hints of blood... not his blood though.

"Alright, if you say you're sure." He says as he crouches down, tilting his head to the side, allowing them to smell his neck.

"Who's being a good boy for Daddy?~" He whispers teasingly as he leans in closer.

He leans in with a smirk. "I see someone's eager for Daddy's attention~ You're being such a good boy, keeping yourself under control~"

"Are you... sure?"

"Hey cutie~ You enjoying the show?~" He asks with a chuckle, eyes locked with the reader.

"You enjoying licking my hand, John?" He asks with a chuckle.

Grey just let's them. His hand is rough and salty. "That's a bit of a dog-like behavior." He chuckles.

"Well, you have some adorable cat like behaviors."

**Sorry it took so long to reply, was having a lot of internet trouble, and trouble with bluesky itself.

"You ever been told you're like a cat, John?"

He gently pets John with a chuckle. "You're an interesting lil' fella, John."