[Corrigan says this as he walks up, hands in his pockets -- the same grey sweatpants, matched with a casual sweatshirt, loose and comfortable. He'd been dressed to the nines that night at the club, looking like some sort of millionaire playboy, between sipping gin and tonics and breaking up with his very pretty blonde girlfriend.
Now he just kind of looks like...a guy. An older guy, maybe someone's dad or professor. His hair is fluffier, no product in it, and his smile is slow and easy. He pauses in front of Junpei, reaches out to hook his finger into the belt loop of the young man’s jeans and tug him gently forward.]
I could be some sort of kidnapper or pervert or something.
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[Corrigan says this as he walks up, hands in his pockets -- the same grey sweatpants, matched with a casual sweatshirt, loose and comfortable. He'd been dressed to the nines that night at the club, looking like some sort of millionaire playboy, between sipping gin and tonics and breaking up with his very pretty blonde girlfriend.
Now he just kind of looks like...a guy. An older guy, maybe someone's dad or professor. His hair is fluffier, no product in it, and his smile is slow and easy. He pauses in front of Junpei, reaches out to hook his finger into the belt loop of the young man’s jeans and tug him gently forward.]
I could be some sort of kidnapper or pervert or something.