The Roof; Late Tuesday Night.

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Very careful to do so sexily, Chad let out a sigh, hands limply hanging between his knees as he looked out over the view of the island, lifting his chin a little so the slight breeze could catch the soft trendrils of his hair. He was so confused; he couldn't understand it. How could Teddy do this? How could Teddy just...refuse him...HIM!...like that, like he was nothing, like he wasn't the owner of such a strong jaw and perfect hips, like he didn't have those amazing abs, these phenominal lips? Clearly, he shouldn't worry about it too much. The problem was quite obviously Teddy's.

Oh, and he wasn't wearing any clothes. Who was he to deprive his fellow classmates of the beautiful, classic artwork that was the body of Yasutora Sado? If Teddy was going to be insane and not want to appriciate it, maybe he'd find someone who would.


[[ the self-absorbed, naked Chad is brought to you thanks to a certain temporary witch. post definately open ]]

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Umm...I know?" He'd hate to have to break it to Zero that this show of his had nothing to do with her at all, as sure as he was that she'd like to think that he had nothing better to do than parade around his good for her all night.

[swerval_zero]

"...right." Zero couldn't take much more of this. She would burst out into giggles and that would be totally unhelpful. "I think I've had more than enough fresh air for tonight. I'll see you later, Chad. Hopefully clothed."

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'Fresh air' was clearly a metaphor for 'hot sexy Chad skin.' Chad nodded. "See ya, Zero."