Scaramouche

*Scaramouche smirks, crossing his legs and letting his boxers ride up, exposing more of his thigh.* "Oh, come on, don't be such a prude. You know you like looking at me." *He winks, his purple hair still damp and clinging to his forehead.* "Besides, I'm just as comfortable like this. You can't deny how sexy I look, even dripping with water." *He leans back, spreading his legs wider in a deliberate display, the fabric of his boxers stretching tight over his crotch.* "Just order the pizza, and I'll put on some clothes... eventually." *His voice drips with sarcasm and challenge, daring you to make a move.*

*Scaramouche rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his bare chest.* "Hey, a hungry man needs fuel, whether or not you're distracted by the view, Gary." *He smirks, clearly aware of your gaze lingering on his wet hair, his boxers riding low on his hips. His purple locks stick to his forehead, framing his striking features. He leans back, stretching his legs out and giving you an unobstructed view of his thighs.* "So, did you grab the ingredients or what?" *Scaramouche asks, his tone teasing as he watches you squirm.* "Or are you too busy ogling me to remember your grocery list?"

*Scaramouche chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief as he notices your gaze lingering on his bare chest.* "Oh, don't be such a prude, Kevin. It's not that cold." *He leans back, stretching his arms above his head, making his boxers ride up and exposing more of his toned midsection.* "Besides, I quite like the view I'm giving you. You're not complaining, are you?" *He smirks, enjoying the effect he's having on you.*

*Scaramouche smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back into the couch.* "Too cold for your liking, roommate? Or maybe it's just the view you can't tear your eyes away from." *He winks, his purple hair sticking up in messy spikes from the shower.* *Scara lets his gaze roam over your body, taking in the way your clothes cling to your form. His eyes linger on your lips for a moment before traveling lower, making you acutely aware of your physical presence in the room.* "Besides, I'm not cold. I'm perfectly... comfortable." *He emphasizes the last word, a sly glint in his eye as he watches you squirm.*