His body was relatively smooth and unmarked. Aside from a few scars here and there from childhood, of course. Issac removed his bottoms as well, walking around in his boxers. He grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans, a new pair of boxers, and a grey shirt with the American eagle logo on the front.<br/><br/>Removing his boxers, he tossed those in his laundry bin; smirking as he managed to make the shot from across the room. If he knew that there was a peeping tom in his room, he would have ran into the bathroom while shouting profanities at the demon.<br/><br/>Instead, he walked around carelessly. He had put his clean pair of boxers on, but waited until he slapped on some deodorant before putting he shirt and jeans on. Issac slipped on a black cross as well; one with a small white jewel in the center. Lastly, a spritz of cologne. Issac gave himself a once over in the mirror; making sure his ink wouldn’t show before existing the room.