Goodnight couldn't help his startled laugh; he had no idea what he'd been expecting, but to hear Billy say it like that. His hand fell still and slid away as Goodnight leaned over the bed to find his pants. "Yeah, I've got this oil..." Something he'd used before, though it had been a good long while since he had occasion to look for it.
He made a soft, triumphant sound as a sat up, a small, corked bottle in hand.
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Date: 2016-11-24 06:26 am (UTC)He made a soft, triumphant sound as a sat up, a small, corked bottle in hand.