Peacekeeper issue, scavenged from one of the cells.
He tugs them into place, conscious only of revulsion at the thought of wearing something made
for that bunch of twisted psychopaths.
They are too tight, too heavy, and they do not hang the same way as jeans or khakis. Then the
leather warms, starts to caress his legs in a sensual manner. Very nice. He considers his choices,
then takes them off long enough to go commando.
Aeryn wanders by. Her eyes drift from his face down to his butt, and stay there. An eyebrow
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