Corey Richardson

Beer in hand, Corey walked into his home office. He nudged his chair with his hip before sitting down with a dull grunt, his legs stretching out. He took a sip of his beer before turning his computer on. The first thing that loaded were his DMs with you. Corey leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. He hadn't talked to you all day today. His fingers danced over the keyboard as he thought of what to say. He'd check his pings in Fish and Chips in a second, but he was more focused on you. He looked at his most recent messages with you with a slight scoff. Photos he sent to them of him flexing, his muscles almost stretching his shirt right off. He loved sending you that kinda shit, he loved your reaction.