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.]

Comments

[raspberryturk]

"I'll take my leak first," Reno decided, laughing a little as well. "And then we'll see about gettin' me to shine. I don't look so good in glitter."

[iamnotallgirl]

"Ramie says glitter is out, anyway."

[raspberryturk]

"Glitter is out, make way for oversized hats?"

It was a nice sombrero, okay?

[iamnotallgirl]

"Sure," Jack laughed. "She'd probably like that."

[raspberryturk]

"Now, is that with or without other clothes? Because one way, I'm already all set, yo."

[iamnotallgirl]

"With other clothes," Jack said, although now he was thinking of Ramie in a sombrero and nothing else. Oooh...

[raspberryturk]

Reno laughed and gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"Whatever you say, man. Now, if you'll excuse me," and that was when he smirked and handed Jack the sombrero, "I gotta take that piss. And then I need to shower. Happy birthday or whatever."

[iamnotallgirl]

Jack eyed the sombrero warily. "...thanks. I think."