Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20180328181343/@comment-34052734-20180330232952

"Alright, alright." Clark walked to the guest room and unzipped his case, rummaging through for any swim wear. He huffed, stuck with nothing until he dug through one of the pockets to find one of his old, navy swim shorts. It would work for today. He gently closed the door and changed, switching his shirt for a tank top.