<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br/>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br/>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br/>Tagging: <strong>Galen</strong>, open</div></div><br/>The smile on Galen's face had him relax; at least he hadn't been offended, which was good. Darryl could be a bit blunt while socializing due to the demands his work made of him.<br/>"I generally dislike men buttering up to me, Galen," he replied "Not that I dislike a man being friendly, obviously. I just like it when he's not attempting to get something from me through false smiles and faked compliments. This has pushed me into the realms of finding men who are commanding and at least somewhat rough attractive and interesting."<br/>He shifted while talking, then walked to his fathers locker -thought it was his now, if you thought about it- taking up his towel again to at least be dry enough to wear a bathrobe.<br/>"How about you?" he asked over his shoulder, fingers finding back his key and turning it. He better find a way to keep it on himself, maybe on a chain of some sort? It didn't seem practical. Hm.<br/>Fishing the bathrobe out he found it to contain embroidery on the back. Red on white, thin linen. It was Japanese and a poem or ode on the male body and he raised one brow before shrugging and putting the bathrobe on, wriggling his hips to make the towel on his hips fall unto the floor. Naked under the bathrobe, he turned back to face Galen, casually playing with the sash, flicking a teasing glance at the younger man to see how he'd react.