Because it'd have to be moved eventually, preemptive Strike

[dungarees]

[From here]

Eugene stopped on the way to get Snafu a sandwich and some beer for the both of them. When he got to his place he didn't bother with knocking and just let himself in. "Hope you're in the mood for a sandwich," he called, dropping the items on the nearest flat surface.

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what how did i lose this scene it's amazing

[orthodontia]

"'Bout time, Gene," came Snafu's reply from behind the closed bathroom door, which had steam billowing from the thin gaps at the top and bottom; even more poured out when he opened it, which had to make a body wonder how he always managed to take piping hot showers even when the weather was hot enough to kill a man.

He strolled out to greet Eugene in a terry towel robe as he'd promised, the curls in his hair tighter and more defined with the moisture that still clung to them, a pleasantly fresh, clean smell rising from his skin - and the erection he'd very much kept hard while he waited showing more prominently between the overlapping sides of the bathrobe than it ever would've in regular pants or shorts. When he made any sort of movement that pulled those overlapped sides apart, even taking steps of a certain width... well.

That was the difference, Eugene.

"Fuck moods, I could eat a horse. You're savin' my life again, Sledgehammer." He brushed a kiss over Eugene's cheek as he passed to see what the sandwich selections were.