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Send ‘Panty Raid’ and my Muse will have to explain why they have your Muse’s underwear.

Standing in the restroom, washing his hands, Ryan’s phone notification went off. He walked over to the paper towel dispenser and dried off his hands before looking down at his pockets. The lower pocket of his cargo pants were fuller than they usually were, causing him to quirk an eyebrow.

What the fuck did I put in my pocket?

Undoing the velcro, his hand met the familiar sensation of cotton. Pulling out the item, he realized them to belong to Gavin. A memory of being in Gavin’s restroom reminded him of how he had found a pair of his boxer-briefs that he couldn’t help but snatch.

Navy blue. Not to mention they’ve cradled his goods.

Ryan smirked at his thoughts, standing in front of the row of mirrors, tracing his thumb over the hem. He was caught up in his thoughts, thinking about Gavin strutting about in the stolen pair of underwear.