[They're alike in one regard at least; soon as they're in relative privacy, Kavinsky's also stripping down. The uniforms of their current mission are suffocating shackles that he's glad to be rid of at any given opportunity. He could care less what skin's revealed as he strips down to a slim, final layer--a tank top, boxer-briefs.
Morphine Man isn't gonna complain once he gets a taste of what Kavinsky can get him.]
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Morphine Man isn't gonna complain once he gets a taste of what Kavinsky can get him.]
Think you can keep yourself busy for fifteen?