<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Senior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Resident of Room 8 (Devon)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Maybe a little...<hr/>Thomas couldn't help a low chuckle as Devon admitted that he had had something in mind for his nights here at their company vacation, something similar to what they had shared about a yer ago now. Coincidence? A small spark of paranoia touched Thomas as he wondered if they had been paired in the same room because whoever it was that was running the thing knew about their prior meeting, even though neither of them had really known about it, not really. Sure they were there, but under fake names and not knowing that they both worked for the same company. Both choices were equally ridiculous, so he stopped thinking about it altogether, letting his mind flow to other more... pressing concerns.<br/><br/>"Well," Thomas said softly, standing, pausing to stretching his arms a bit over his head, rolling his neck," Lucky us, I suppose," He said in a low growl, complementing teh stretch. Finally, he let himself, back down, working a smile on his lips as he moved over to where the porter had left his bags, lifting them and carrying them to place them on the bed.<br/><br/>"Unpacking can wait," He said, facing away from Devon as he opened one of his bags, pulling out a washing kit. Taking care of oneself never took a vacation, after all," I could do with a nice shower to get the possibly imaginary grime of travelling off."<br/><br/>As he turned back to make his way to the bathroom, he paused, turning back and walking back to where Devon was seated.<br/><br/>"I... hope you don't mind, but I have to," He leaned down, curling a hand behind the man's head and tilting his head upwards as Thomas placed a gentle kiss on Devon's lips, pressing his lips carefully and leaving just that extra push of hunger before pulling back, that small smile growing more than a bit as he turned away, breathless, to head to the bathroom.