Jules flopped onto the couch with a lazy smirk, lounging out as MUCH as possible and essentially centering the shot on his junk. “Pleasure to be here, blah blah blah, I idolize the previous players, etcetera-etcetera.” He waved his hand in a circle, running through the motions and lightly mocking his fellow housemates.
“Listen. Viewers at home. Money would be fantastic, fame even better. But, I’m only really here for the social aspect. I’m going to try like hell to win back Natasha, or at least end things on better terms than we left them.”
“But… I don’t want to jump her right off the bat.” He tapped his finger to his lips, crossing his legs and laying down proper on the couch. “I would like to sleep in the room with the most girls, but Natasha might be weirded out if I do that. I suppose I can sleep as far away from her as possible and see how it goes?”