Something with them at the pool?
(plus at least four other anons that all request pool + pool day + them at the pool)
“I’m going to be a prune,” Dan says. “I’m going to be the happiest motherfucking prune to ever shrivel into nothingness. I’m going to live out my existence right here in this pool.”
Phil might actually believe him, if he didn’t know fully well that Dan will slip back into his shirt as soon as the rest of the family arrive back at the house from their day trip.
But until then he’ll just enjoy the view. Long boy, lots of skin. And yes, he does get to see that skin on a regular basis. But there’s something slightly more electric about kisses at the end of the day that smell like sun cream and fresh air, like holiday.
“Am I allowed to marry a prune?” Phil asks. “Has our society reach a point of enlightenment where man and food can be joined in union?”