Straight to Kevin’s house
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| - | You | + | You head over to Kevin’s house, your best friend in the world. Kevin’s been by your side for as long as you can remember, through every late-night talk, every dumb prank, every adventure. He’s 18, about six feet tall with black hair that always falls just a little over his green eyes. His pale skin makes those eyes even more striking, and whenever he smiles, those dimples flash, making him look younger and full of mischief. Though he’s got a lean, lanky build, he’s managed to carve out a pretty impressive six-pack—lean but defined, like only he could pull off. |
| - | + | When you get to his front door, you ring the bell, waiting for the familiar sound of footsteps. But the house is silent. You press the bell again, just to be sure, but still, nothing. Finally, you try the door handle—it’s unlocked. Figuring he won’t mind, you step inside and call out, “Kevin?” | |
| - | + | No answer, but there’s a faint sound coming from upstairs, maybe a TV or a radio playing softly. You pause, then head toward the stairs, curious. | |
| - | + | Do you: | |
| - | + | [[ walk upstairs and see if anyone is home ]] or [[ stand in the hallway and call Kevin’s name again]] | |
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| - | [[ walk upstairs and see if anyone is home ]] | + | |
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| - | [[ stand in the hallway and call Kevin’s name again]] | + | |
[[ category: gay adventures ]] | [[ category: gay adventures ]] | ||
Current revision as of 12:49, 28 October 2024
You head over to Kevin’s house, your best friend in the world. Kevin’s been by your side for as long as you can remember, through every late-night talk, every dumb prank, every adventure. He’s 18, about six feet tall with black hair that always falls just a little over his green eyes. His pale skin makes those eyes even more striking, and whenever he smiles, those dimples flash, making him look younger and full of mischief. Though he’s got a lean, lanky build, he’s managed to carve out a pretty impressive six-pack—lean but defined, like only he could pull off.
When you get to his front door, you ring the bell, waiting for the familiar sound of footsteps. But the house is silent. You press the bell again, just to be sure, but still, nothing. Finally, you try the door handle—it’s unlocked. Figuring he won’t mind, you step inside and call out, “Kevin?”
No answer, but there’s a faint sound coming from upstairs, maybe a TV or a radio playing softly. You pause, then head toward the stairs, curious.
Do you:
walk upstairs and see if anyone is home or stand in the hallway and call Kevin’s name again
