how does one even begin to describe david walton? he’s the kind of man who knows just how attractive he is without showing it off. he’s humble, annoyingly generous, reserved and incredibly enticing. he walks everywhere with a tempting, unintentionally seductive rhythm and, more often than not, a pack of marlbaro reds and a lighter in his ass pocket. the man’s got a casual, unassuming confidence to him in a way that makes him look like ‘dead of night’ by orville peck. he always keeps his relationships to himself as much as possible, rarely giving himself over to the gossipy nature of the world around him. it was both respectable and irritating. he smells faintly like whiskey and cheap, sexy cologne

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