You rush under the door of Lane, squeezing your way through. Within an instant you are hit with a wave of sense that penetrated every part of you. The sight of his room is one to behold, everything magnified to a ridiculous degree. He has a cup of unfinished noodles sitting next to his computer, the smell of sweat and steel exudes off a set of weights that rests under his desk as you wander around. He was very fitness-conscious, with an exercise ball instead of a chair and every piece of equipment known to man. A large laundry basket towers over you, once again it is the smell which overpowers the sight, making you feel ill as you pass by it.
You hear his bed creak as he moves about in it. His huge bare torso descends underneath a large blanket as he lays down on his back. He is a sight to behold as he rests unknowing of your presence. A loud piercing sound rips through the soft silence of the air as Lane's phone rings violently. With a groan he begins to move to answer it, pulling his blankets off he reveals he is only wearing a pair of red lifesaver shorts. You give a yelp as both of his feet crash either side of you. Once again, scent rules sight as the pungent smell tears through your nostrils. Looking up you are given a frightening view up his legs and into his open shorts as he booms on the phone. Unknowingly he scratches himself with his free hand, you watch as his huge fingernails dig into his sweaty, hairy nutsac.
He hangs up the phone and gives a yawn, he looks at the clock on his computer "Hrmf 9.15" he groans. He begins to move
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