Landon Brassey
“Oh… right.” Landon gave a sluggish blink and smiled a little in apology. He hugged the clothes to him and quickly made his way to the bathroom.
A little bit later, he had finished getting dressed and stepped out again. He'd really just put on whatever he'd deemed was most comfortable in the clothes pile, which, in this case, was a snug grey turtleneck and jeans. They were a bit tight on him, but nothing that he couldn't move around in.
“I guess I can worry about shoes later.” He muttered, staring down at his bare toes as he ran a hand over the material of the sweater.
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