Chapter 56
On the now neatly made bed lay a pair of blue sweatpants and a pair of dark briefs. Next to them, however, was another option. Wile E. Coyote crouched behind a boulder, peering at the Roadrunner, who was studying a pile of seed, right in the crotch of a pair of boxers. A big sign pointed down and said, “Eat Me!”
Daniel blinked and laughed, grabbing the boxers to go under the sweatpants. He slipped around the screen, bare-chested, and ran a hand through his damp hair.
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Clark stood at the fridge with a bottle of Gatorade in his hand. He’d woken up parched and wandered into the kitchen for a drink. Daniel had slept through Clark’s shower, shave, and cleanup of the apartment, which made Clark happy for all sorts of reasons.