[The man undresses in front of him. There's no coy look from Lovecraft. He just works on himself - and there's no precision here, no grace, no organization. He simply sloughs off his clothes like they're another skin.]
[Lovecraft does....not have a lot of meat on his bones. Slender, with angular elbows and knees and shoulders, and of course, long dark knee-length hair that covers this pale body like a shroud.]
no subject
[Lovecraft does....not have a lot of meat on his bones. Slender, with angular elbows and knees and shoulders, and of course, long dark knee-length hair that covers this pale body like a shroud.]
I do not demand. People demand of me....a lot.
[He mutters before gesturing to the shower.]
Let us...go inside.