I Know Who I Am

Soooo... It had been an interesting week. If, by interesting, one counted things like reading the most uncomfortable radio broadcast ever and seeing teachers jogging half-naked down the street and being teased about Sholeh by some girl he didn't even know and just squirming. A lot. And normally, Evan would just try to work off some of that extra antsiness he had by going out and training or something, but if the whole island was being weird... well, it was probably for the best to not go out there. Especially if it was pollen. The last thing Evan wanted was to go out and expose himself to more pollen... right?

He was probably overthinking this. He was definitely overthinking this. What was the big deal about all of that... uh... stuff, anyhow?

It was probably against his better judgment, and it took him a while to nerve himself up to going through his sock drawer to pull them out, but he did have those dirty magazines that Wade had left for him...

Maybe just a peek.

[OOC: Because the dirty magazines are canon and this needed to happen. Neeeeeded to. The door's closed, but the post is open!]