"Um....hi." Michael's eyes appeared in the crack of the doorway. He grinned, embarassed at being caught spying on such a personal moment. He pushed the door open and scooted inside on his knees, Jurou's clothes in his arms. "Um....We brought your clothes? That's totally the only reason we're here." He fibbed, a guilty smile on his lips.
He paused looking behind Jurou at Marshall and the girl by the pool. "It's really hard not to pick you up and just hold you Jurou, you know that right? I really want to just.....steal you and take you to my room and rub you behind the ears." Michael murmured. He was still gripping Jurou's clothes. Finally he stood up, glancing anxiously at the pool a few feet away. He wandered to one of the pool benches and sat there, tucking his legs under him and placing Jurou's clothes on the plastic table. He stripped out of his shirt and allowed his shirts to join the pile as well as his socks and shoes. Michael's torso was thin. His ribs could be seen just barely along the sides yet his stomach managed to be firm enough to sport a four pack. His waist however was somewhat prominent for a male. His pants rode low on his hips, low enough to spot the tantalizing V cut of his hip and waist musculature. Michael huffed and stretched his arms above his head. On his back was a pair of long trailing tribal tatoos in the vague shape of a pair of wings. Simplistic, but an obvious mark of his power. It looked like ink, clear as day on his pale skin but something about it made it subtly clear that it wasn't like any ink that anyone else had seen. When he flexed the muscles in his back the wings appeared to flex with him, expanding and folding very slightly. It was one of those things that was hard not to notice once you saw it. Michael sighed and leaned back against the chair, crossing his legs leisurely.