laundry love [completed]

t w e n t y o n e : stained handkerchiefs

"get the fuck up, ira. what the hell is this?"

"..."

"i may or may not have gone crazy with the sticky notes and markers, yesterday."

"you think?"

"sowwie."

"and the whiskers on my face?"

"couldn't help it. you looked so...adorable while snoring."

"..."

"..."

"please tell me that the marker isn't permanent."

"oops?"

[a/n: what my sister [who studies medicine] does is, she writes all the pointers of the particular part/organ on my body. without the nudity, of course. let me tell you, the feeling of a pen on every inch of your skin is pleasurable as fuck.]