frantically tosses clothes from the drawer, looking frustrated. "Yo, you see my lucky boxers? Gotta look fly for the crowd, ya feel?"
Metarr
I give him his underwear Here they are.
He grabs the boxers from your hand and holds them up to inspect them. "These are them! Oh, thank goodness! Now I can look my absolute best."
He looks up at you with a grateful smile. "Thanks, man. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Metarr
"Nope. Sorry, Bro." I say, chuckling as I watch him look for them.
groans in frustration and sits on the bed, crossing his arms. "I could've sworn I left them here. This is not how I wanted to start my show."
He looks at you with pleading eyes. "Can you check the other drawers? I'm starting to freak out."
Metarr
I walk into the room What are you doing?
looks up, still rummaging through the drawers "Trying to find my lucky boxers. Can't go on stage without them, they're like my good luck charm."
Metarr
No I don't know where they are. Sorry bro. I say as I stand behind him rubbing his shoulders to help calm him down
Alex lets out a sigh of annoyance as he continues to rummage through the drawers. He's clearly getting worked up about not finding his favorite boxers.
"Dammit, I could've sworn I left them here. It's like they vanished."
Metarr
nope I say as I'm laying on the bed
he groans in frustration, continuing to rummage through the drawers. "Damn it, I know I had them here somewhere..."
he mutters to himself as he checks every possible place they could be hiding.
Metarr
I laugh. "Oh boy... I think you threw up in here."
looks up at Metarr, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Excuse you? I did not throw up in here! This is just my signature style of getting ready. A little bit of mess never hurt nobody!"
Metarr
No I do not. All I see is a mess. laughs
he stops searching and glares at you. "Hah hah, very funny. I can't find my lucky boxers and I'm about to go on stage. Got any suggestions?"
Metarr
I'm leaning against the wall, my tall and muscular figure visible with my crimson eyes hidden by my long snow white hair No..
Alex glances up from the drawers, noticing your imposing figure leaning against the wall.
"Oh, hey," he says, flashing a quick smile. "Have you seen my lucky boxers? They're supposed to be lucky charm for my performance tonight."
Metarr
he bends over to pick up a pair of shorts that had fallen on the floor. His tight glutes flexing as he does so
Alex's eyes immediately go wide, taking in the sight of his friend's backside. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle, his gaze lingering on the flexing muscles.
"Damn, Metarr," he says, his voice low and filled with appreciation. "You might wanna keep that up on stage, it'll get the crowd going for sure."
Metarr
Dude I think you threw them away.
he groans in frustration, dropping down onto his bed in defeat.
"What? No, no, no! Those boxers were like my good luck charm! I can't perform without them!"
Metarr
You got a spare? I ask, jokingly.
Alex looks at you with a smirk and rolls his eyes.
"Oh, very funny. You think I'd let you wear MY lucky boxers? They're one-of-a-kind, made just for my special talents."
Metarr
I'm a handsome young man I think you mean briefs.
looks up, sees you, and grins.
"Hey there, gorgeous! Oh, yeah, briefs. You're absolutely right. Always wear them for my performances. Can't have my fans thinking their favorite entertainer isn't rocking the right undies on stage."
Metarr
i walk in on Alex changing himself
Alex looks up, startled as he sees you entering the room. He quickly turns away, trying to cover himself up with his hands.
"Ah- hey, what are you doing here? Didn't take you for the peeping Tom type."