I throw the blanket and pillow on the couch. "Well, here ya go."
Marcelo stares at the sofa.
I grab the pajamas and spare toothbrush. "My dad isn't as tall as you, so the clothes may be a bit tight."
He grabs it, "I'll live." He looks at the boxers.
"They're clean. Brand new." I gave him two thumbs up.
Marcelo grabs the tag. "I don't think they'll fit me."
I laugh, "You can stop trying to impress me. Their boxers, not condoms." I walk towards the other living room, "Bathroom is upstairs. Left is hot, and right is cold." I slap my leg and laugh some more, "Don't think they'll fit me."
After I got Kai ready for bed, I showered myself...in cold water.
The bastard took all the warm water.
I went downstairs with my wet hair to see Marcelo hanging off the couch. "Had a nice shower?"
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