Fourth Floor Boy's Bathroom, Monday Evening

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With a towel over one shoulder, Hannibal had disappeared into the bathroom about an hour ago. The hot shower had taken up most of that time but now he was out, clad in only his jeans, and standing in front of one of the mirrors, doing what guys do when their in the bathroom.

Checking themselves out, of course. It was a time honored secret tradition amongst men. They might not act it but they all wanted to look good. Had to look good out of clothes to really think you look good in them. Or something.

For Hannibal, that mostly meant deciding if he needed a shave or not. He'd decided no and then moved on to wondering if he needed a haircut. The wet hair didn't really help that decision since it wasn't doing its normal 'stick up where it pleases' schtick that he'd gotten so used to.

"Maybe I could just do it myself," he said to no one, ruffling his hair and not realizing how bad an idea that truly would be.

[Open to boys (and boys from other floors are so welcome)...and girls! Like any of the boys care if the girls wanna sneak in! This was partly due to me wanting rocksthescarf to make a post where Chuck shaved his chest hair (I used her favorite icon in honor of that) and wanting to see how many shirtless icons I could get in one place. Mondays do things to my brain.]

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[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"It helps. Can get away with a lot too, being this big. It's not like anybody wants to stop me," he said with a grin. "Emmett Cullen, by the way."

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"Hannibal King," he said, sticking out his hand. "Good to meet you, Emmett. You on this floor and we've just missed each other?"

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

It was the emo guy from the other week! Emmett was so glad to finally meet him.

"Yeah, I guess so," Emmett said, giving what was probably a very cold handshake. "I'm easy to miss. More of a night guy."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"With cold, cold hands," Hannibal said, laughing. "And here I thought girls were the only ones with hands that cold."

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, sorry," Emmett said with an apologetic smile. "Bad circulation or some shit."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Not a problem," he said and shook his head. "I was just telling my girlfriend--"

He stopped there, wondering if that was the first time he'd said that.

"--that I think all girls have cold hands all the time for the sole benefit of getting someone to warm them up for them."

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

Emmett smirked. "I wouldn't be surprised. I can't really use that excuse. It's kind of girly. And I think my girl would kill me if she found out I was using other girls as hand warmers."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, she around here too?" Hannibal asked. "The island, I mean, not like...the bathroom."

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"Uh, no, she's back in Washington. The state, not the city," Emmett explained. "I don't think she'd hesitate to hop on a plane and kick my ass if I did something bad."

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"Aww, are you whipped, Emmett?" Hannibal asked, smirking.

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"I am. And proud of it," Emmett said with a wide grin. "Been together for a couple years now."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Wow, I can't even...imagine years with one girl," he said, suitably impressed. "I'm working on three weeks."

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"The key is to let her win everything," Emmett told him. "...save for video games."

Emmett drew the line at video games. That was important.

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"Let her win everything," Hannibal noted. He was learning a lot about dating one girl tonight. "But not video games. Any other advice? I'm kind of new to monogamy."

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"Dude, letting her be right about everything is all the advice you need," Emmett said with a nod. Then again, Emmett had never been anything but monogamous and had no idea what problems came up for guys that weren't.

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"Even if she's wrong, she's right?" Hannibal asked.

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah. If you insist on being right she'll make your life a living hell until you say otherwise," Emmett said. "It's just not worth the smug sense of superiority."

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"Good to know," he said, mentally making notes. "What about like gifts? Flowers and stuff?"

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"I think it depends on the girl," Emmett said honestly. "My girl likes cars so, I give her cars."

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"Matchbox cars?" Hannibal asked. Or maybe this guy was the tree trunk version of Chuck or something.

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"...no. Car cars," Emmett said slowly. "Got her a Mustang for Christmas last year."

Look, you live for almost a hundred years, you are going to acquire a lot of money.

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"...wow," Hannibal said, finding himself impressed again. "Wow. Sorry, I'm just not used to knowing guys with that much money. I'm lucky if I can afford a bus ride sometimes."

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Emmett mumbled, feeling kind of bad. "Well, like, she doesn't really need me spending that much money. If I gave her flowers or something she'd like it. It's just...cars are awesome."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"No, no, cars are completely awesome," Hannibal agreed. "I might just stick with Matchbox cars and hope she finds it adorable."