Finn is still wandering the floor of the changing room when a huge figure darkens the doorway, casting half of the room and Finn himself in shadow.
Sam Evans, his blond hair sticking to his forehead in sweat, stands in his football uniform and wipes his face on the back of his hand. He has his helmet tucked under one arm, fresh from practice, and seems to still be riding the rush of adrenaline he's so addicted to. This shows in the deep-cut definition of his muscles, and the fire in his huge green eyes as he stomps into the room.
"Sam! Man, you have to help me!" Finn shouts up in a shaky voice, trying not to let his knees knock as the impressive figure of his friend strides past him. A waft of raunchy odour follows the sweaty titan. He stops by the bench to drop his helmet and kick off his shoes, then snake out of his uniform which is soaked in sweat. He takes a look at Finn's towel, discarded during the shrinking process earlier, but doesn't seem to consider it to any great length.
The blond giant is standing, shirtless and glistening, ready to pull down his pants when he pauses for the first time this afternoon. His face, which had been distracted up until now, finally seems to be registering something...
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