Fadereaper
Kiryu
- Joined
- Aug 22, 2013
- Location
- Utah, USA
It was in the middle of what would turn out to be a hot summer, pools filled with refugees all seeking to escape the plight of heat ravaging the town. For others it was an opportunity, an opportunity for what you might ask? To dress in less! And Damian was not one to skimp on that chance, he was dressed in a pair of jean shorts that he trimmed himself. Cutting just above his knees, the other was a sports shirt. Sleeveless and made of a fine red material, good for running. Both of these accented the curves of his muscular form quite well, showing his defined legs, abdomen, and pectorals. As well as his well shaped arms, he was not a huge person but this high school student was a part of the soccer team, and his shape showed it quite well.
After what was an annoying line to go through, Damian was returning from a venture to the store. Just getting out of the red Honda he had been given as a gift, he was finally settling onto the pathway that marked the progression to their front door. It was a good home, a quaint home that was marked with modest signs of financial superiority. In the design of the white stone walkway to their door, the islands of flower beds in a sea of grass, which was finely trimmed at this point and even had the faint smell of the cut lawn from when a neighbor kid took care of it this morning. Finally Damian set foot at the front porch, his key ring swinging around a finger he would halt it so he could switch the key to the door and unlock it. When he got inside he would look about their well furnished home, the general color scheme of a florescent pink of sorts. With other brighter hues thrown into the mix, ranging from the furniture to the wall paper.
It was an average family home, not one you would expect to play host to anything 'taboo'. However, in the brewing mind of a young high school student, that was about to change. So he crept into the empty house, the quiet building filled with nothing but him and his mother. Finally he came to her door, his hand squeezing around the handle before he pushed it inward to see what was inside.
After what was an annoying line to go through, Damian was returning from a venture to the store. Just getting out of the red Honda he had been given as a gift, he was finally settling onto the pathway that marked the progression to their front door. It was a good home, a quaint home that was marked with modest signs of financial superiority. In the design of the white stone walkway to their door, the islands of flower beds in a sea of grass, which was finely trimmed at this point and even had the faint smell of the cut lawn from when a neighbor kid took care of it this morning. Finally Damian set foot at the front porch, his key ring swinging around a finger he would halt it so he could switch the key to the door and unlock it. When he got inside he would look about their well furnished home, the general color scheme of a florescent pink of sorts. With other brighter hues thrown into the mix, ranging from the furniture to the wall paper.
It was an average family home, not one you would expect to play host to anything 'taboo'. However, in the brewing mind of a young high school student, that was about to change. So he crept into the empty house, the quiet building filled with nothing but him and his mother. Finally he came to her door, his hand squeezing around the handle before he pushed it inward to see what was inside.