@virulexto ( There's a brief beat of silence as the phone is pulled away to check the message, smirk forming. ) So you 𝑐𝑎𝑛 listen. Or do you just like showing yourself off to me so much you can't resist?
@virulexto ( Satisfied, he slips his gloves back on, phone held back up to his ear. ) You're the one who got hard for it, dog. Just the sound of my piss gets you wet? Pull your pants down. Take a picture and send it to me.
@virulexto You're a goddamn 𝑑𝑜𝑔, Six, I know you want to hump your hand senseless. What else are you good for? ( He's leaning over the sink, now, readjusting his tie, smoothing his hair into place. )
@virulexto Did I ask if it was? I gave you an order, follow it. ( Sound of running water followed by the dryer — and a mumbled curse under his breath. )
@virulexto Get your hand out of your pants. ( Stream slowing to a stop, sound of it replaced with the shuffle of clothes as he puts himself back together. ) Fucking pervert.
@virulexto Does it matter? I had to piss. ( Soft, breathy sounds of relief uttered right next to the receiver. Whether or not he's putting it on for Six, who knows. )
@virulexto I shouldn't have to ask you to. You just should. ( A sigh, the tell – tale sound of zipper's teeth. Then — the even 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 tell – tale sound of piss 'gainst porcelain. )
@virulexto You think I care about the fucking house? I care about your 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒, Six. ( There's a clack; his phone being set down on something. Then a clink; this time metal. )