yousmelldead
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Noah Decker
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oah couldn't help but laugh as Evelina scolded her own sister. Was that a tinge of jealousy that he sensed? The grin didn't leave his face as he watched the whole situation play out. His comment about letting Madeline shower with him didn't help any either. Evelina went from zero to sixty in ten seconds. It was amusing to say the least. "Woah, woah. Calm down toots." He held his hands up, palms facing outwards as he turned so he was fully facing the brunette. "Your sisters cute and all, but I'm more into brunettes with sassy attitudes." Noah winked, the grin widening on his face as he stared at Evelina. The tone became serious, his eyes watching her own move down to the bruise on his side. He cleared his throat now moving past the girl in an attempt to brush the subject off. "Nothing, I'm clumsy." He spoke quickly, bending down to grab the pile of clothes on the floor. He pushed the pile into one of the empty drawers, letting his feet push the empty duffle bags under the chair in the corner so it wasn't in view. "Better get dressed or we won't be on time." Noah glanced over at the brunette before moving back into the bathroom, this time shutting the door behind him.
He stared back at the gaze in the mirror, frowning slightly before unwrapping the towel from his waist. He got dressed quickly, smoothing out any wrinkles as he went. His hair was now slicked back instead of the mess it usually was. He looked good. Good enough to pull of this charade of him coming from money. His wardrobe didn't even break the bank either. Who knew that thrift stores had high dollar clothes for dirt cheap? He peered back at himself through the mirror at himself for a moment before placing a squirt of cologne onto the side of his neck and leaving the bathroom all together. His tattoos showed partially on his arm, a knock off rolex now neatly pressed against his inked skin. "You ready?" He said more in a statement, his back to the girl as his eyes found the wall. The last thing he needed was her throwing a heel at him for walking in on her changing. So staring at the wall sounded like a better idea.
"Bad boy, Good lips."
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