Quinn was wearing a skirt. Not a kilt, a skirt. And he was topless. And not for any particular reason beyond the fact that it made Flynn giggle. And he loved it when his Flynn giggled. Said Flynn was currently lounging on Quinn's bed, tickling a happily contented Booster's tummy as the cat lay on his back, front paws outstretched making him look impossibly long. "So you think I need fishnets?" Quinn asked, looking down at himself.
( The Perfect Gift )
( The Perfect Gift )