eugene's ectomorphic anatomy lies limply on the rickety, old futon. one of his toned arms hangs carelessly from the edge of the bed, and the nimble fingers of his hands, he idly drags across the wooden floor; the other arm rests neatly under his face.

the bedroom smells of humid evenings in mexico city and put out cigarettes. a tall clammy figure in the thin stripped sheets, eugene uncomfortably shifts to lay on his back. his coffee colored eyes gaze up at the ceiling, then down to his bare torso. he drags his index and middle finger down his abdomen to collect the droplets of sweat, then wipes the secretion on his jeans.

with nothing to do other than lie there and soak up the aftermath of an exhausting day, he huffs. eugene runs a hand through his silky strands, about to get up for a cup of water before he feels the mattress sink under someone's weight. "mm, i didn't hear you come in." says the former us navy seal, his voice a bit hoarse from lack of use.