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Fifth Floor Bathrooms [Wednesday Night]

Gavin's shower wasn't draining. At all. And he couldn't very well go without a shower, not with hair like his (and he'd never admit to that being a girly statement), so he'd grabbed a towel, some shorts and scampered down the the communal bathrooms.

He'd had experience with these back home but never here and he almost expected a gremlin to pop out, bite him and turn him into a curly haired exercise guru.

When no gremlins appeared, Gavin disrobed and turned on the shower spray, enjoying the hot water and the quiet.

[Gavin's here for one person specifically but this is open, of coursssssse.]

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"Heavy? Did you just call me fat?" And John had thought they were past this. "Okay, I'm pretty sure you're the girl now."

"Well, you do have wide hips," Gavin said, looking over at John but keeping his eyes on his face.

"Why were you looking at my hips?" John asked, pretty sure his were nicely narrow, but he was vain enough that he'd be checking later.

"They're not exactly hidden," Gavin pointed out.

John was rather ridiculous with his hair full of shampoo. "Don't you need to actually wash?" He asked, bending to grab some soap.

"I've been in here longer, I could've washed before," Gavin said and oh god, he was not looking at that. "Dude. Come on. Full moon."

"Dude, turn your head and it's not a problem!" John really didn't care if Gavin saw him naked, he was more annoyed by the insults.

And would probably be asking people about that.

"I could turn all the way around and still see you," Gavin groused. "Your ass is that big."

"Not as big as your giant forehead!" John retorted huffily. "You need to grow your hair longer if you want to hide it."

"At least my hair doesn't stick up because of the eighteen different products you put into it!" Gavin said, defensive of his hair. "I think I smell citrus. Is that your conditioner?"

"No, mine's a two-in-one. And it doesn't smell," John said defensively. Actually, it smelled like vanilla, he just didn't notice.

"I bet it smells like flowers," Gavin decided. "Pink ones."

"It smells like clean," John decided. "Unlike your distinct eau de butt."

Gavin stared. "How do you what butt smells like?"

"I've walked past you," John clarified. "I can only assume that's what the smell is."

"Or you've smelled it before," Gavin said, thinking this the more logical answer. "You sniff rears?"

"You're a sick bastard," John shook his head and decided to try ignoring Gavin. He whistled a jaunty tune as he lathered up.

Gavin couldn't help hearing that and he listened, trying to see if he recognized it.

He didn't. "What's that? Theme song?"

John rolled his eyes. "Theme to Space Battles. Not that I'd expect you to know it." He took to humming.

"I've watched Space Battles, freak," Gavin said, moving his head under the water.

Since Gavin was being a jerk, John decided to hum a darker tune from the movies while he rinsed off.

Gavin listened closely and then, having somewhat picked up the tune, started whistling louder.

Hearing Gavin chiming in, John hummed louder. Because it was a competition now.

Gavin stopped humming and just started making noises that resembled humming. He was singing but without words.

"Bah bah bah bahdabah bahdabah!" John could do that, too. And louder.

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