The mental image that that conjures – the idea of him getting on the roof of a fancy car, or someone’s hat, to take a shit – has him laughing so hard he has to stop fixing up his smore. It’s quiet laughter, not the uproarious sort, but it’s enough to make his hands shake too much to be useful.
“Hanging out in high places are more Barton’s thing than mine,” he admits once the chuckles have died down. A deep breath, two, and he’s feeling marginally more in control of himself. At least enough to talk coherently. “So yeah, I think we can rule out duck as part of my ancestry.”
Going around without pants on, though, that’s another thing entirely. That is his thing. In the privacy of his own home, anyway. The wild public nudity days are at least twenty years in the past.
“But pantslessness in the house might have to be something that happens. When you’re around, anyway. Not so much if other people are. My ass is kind of a one person ass. A property of Justin Hammer ass, if you will.”
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“Hanging out in high places are more Barton’s thing than mine,” he admits once the chuckles have died down. A deep breath, two, and he’s feeling marginally more in control of himself. At least enough to talk coherently. “So yeah, I think we can rule out duck as part of my ancestry.”
Going around without pants on, though, that’s another thing entirely. That is his thing. In the privacy of his own home, anyway. The wild public nudity days are at least twenty years in the past.
“But pantslessness in the house might have to be something that happens. When you’re around, anyway. Not so much if other people are. My ass is kind of a one person ass. A property of Justin Hammer ass, if you will.”