There was a time when Johann thought that he must have forgotten that voice. Then he's hearing it through his door and he's tearing through the house, throwing it open, and staring down at the little fucker, his towel still around his waist.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" is all he really can say before he's reaching down to try and yank him inside.
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Date: 2024-11-04 09:06 pm (UTC)"What the fuck are you doing here?" is all he really can say before he's reaching down to try and yank him inside.