He smiled and wrapped a towel around his body and smiled. "Come on lets go get dressed." he said as he looked at him.

Taka had passed out on the couch suckling softly on the pacifier in his mouth

"Yeah..", he muttered while drying off his body.
Going back he put on his boxers and rather tightly fitting jeans. Putting on his t-shirt and leather jacket he went to the mirror and started to pin his hair up. It showed his neck well though the reason he was doing it like that was simply because they were way more manageable like that.

Izuka put his glasses on and began with his boxers and jeans, then a tight fitting underarmor shirt and smiled looking at him. "Well be taking my truckt alright baby.' he said as he looked at him

"Sure. So you own a truck?", he asked curiously, putting on his shoes.

"Yup i do." he said as he picked up taka and smiled. "He is very snuggly when he is sleeping." he said as he held taka.

"Yeah.. I can see that. How old he is?", he asked, not really able to say by himself since the other acted like he did.

"Turns out his just a little older than fifteen." he said as he looked at him

"Oh fuck.. and he was treated like that.. that really sucks..", he muttered, shaking his head and looking at Takashi.

"Yup I see that he was medically treated for unknown cuts and bruises. I think the reason he is the way he is now is because of the trauma that he faced. From what i can tell he was abused not only at home but at school too." he said as he looked at him

"Ugh.. That sounds.. really bad. Some people just are too much.. and they even think it's fine to act like that", he muttered, shaking his head while being clearly displeased. "Poor Takashi.."