A "Friendly" Reunion {Kale}
Nov 27, 2012 22:09:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2012 22:09:08 GMT -5
Noises, animal noises, barking, meowing, cawing made the chorus of what is Leonardo's morning wake up call. He turns over and throws his pillow at the door; regretting his decision to stay up late last night. But that party was so much fun he thinks to himself as his grogginess is very clear to the dogs in the room as they lick his face clean. Their front paws pushing down of the muscle slaps of Leo pecs with a combined weight and force. Their tongues wet and slobbering as they wake up the master and owner. He pushes the dogs of he learns that it was his Laberdodle and German Shepard that were his morning army today. He shakes his head as them as he gets out of bed, revealing that he sleeps in his boxers. Walking down the stairs to the rest of his entourage he starts to wonder how his parents held this big of a successful breeding business. He breeds three different types of dogs, cats in general (as he could never tell the difference. To him the pelts are just different colors.) And Parrots. His family always loved the parrot and it just stuck with him when he inherited the business. Leonardo walks past his kitchen to the back door and opens it for the door for the dogs as they run out to do their whatever the dogs do outside. At least he doesn't have to clean up the feces afterwords. Going back to the kitchen, which has granite counter tops and mahogany cabinets grabs milk out of the stainless steel refrigerator and pours some into the cats saucer by the stairs. His house is basically a huge animal lovers place with toys everywhere and animals running everywhere.
He walked back up his stairs to take a shower and wash his face. This routine consists of a kiwi and mango body scrub with a loofah and repeated until every flake of dead skin is off. Then washing his hair with a strange mix of different fruits and veggies and egg whites. After his shower he works on his face and neck by using a scrub made from ocean sand and goat's milk. But knowing Leo he's thinking about what party he has going on tonight. I wonder what I'll wear. Maybe that sheer white shirt with those royal blue jeans, Roberto really enjoyed that outfit. What happened to him? And Angelica she was swell. “Wait back to outfits, I can't wear the same outfit twice, that's fashion suicide.” Leonardo told himself as he stepped out of the shower, wrapping the soft fluffy white towel around his waist. Walking towards the mirror Leo notices the door bell, a soft musical set of notes that sounds like wind chimes on the perfect breezy day. He threw on a shirt and some cargo shorts and trotted down to the front door. Opening the door still wet from the shower and missing the opportunity to dry he greets the customer with his customary charm. “Hello dear, welcome to Cash....” stopping mid word when he sees that it's Dimitri. “Dude the party doesn't start for another 8 hours.” he addressed his friend. What is Dimitri doing here so early? Hopefully he doesn't want another “Bachelor Party”.
[/color]He walked back up his stairs to take a shower and wash his face. This routine consists of a kiwi and mango body scrub with a loofah and repeated until every flake of dead skin is off. Then washing his hair with a strange mix of different fruits and veggies and egg whites. After his shower he works on his face and neck by using a scrub made from ocean sand and goat's milk. But knowing Leo he's thinking about what party he has going on tonight. I wonder what I'll wear. Maybe that sheer white shirt with those royal blue jeans, Roberto really enjoyed that outfit. What happened to him? And Angelica she was swell. “Wait back to outfits, I can't wear the same outfit twice, that's fashion suicide.” Leonardo told himself as he stepped out of the shower, wrapping the soft fluffy white towel around his waist. Walking towards the mirror Leo notices the door bell, a soft musical set of notes that sounds like wind chimes on the perfect breezy day. He threw on a shirt and some cargo shorts and trotted down to the front door. Opening the door still wet from the shower and missing the opportunity to dry he greets the customer with his customary charm. “Hello dear, welcome to Cash....” stopping mid word when he sees that it's Dimitri. “Dude the party doesn't start for another 8 hours.” he addressed his friend. What is Dimitri doing here so early? Hopefully he doesn't want another “Bachelor Party”.