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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[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Dude, I do," Hurley said, still looking away. "But, what, did the... chicken blow your clothes off?"

[raspberryturk]

"You spend a week as a bird and see how well you wear pants," Reno replied with a dismissive shrug. "They don't wear so good over all the feathers, I'm thinkin'."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Good point," Hurley said. "I, uhhhh, wish I had a spare shirt for you, or something."

[raspberryturk]

"Eh. My room's just down the hall anyhow. I made it up this far from outside, I'm in the home stretch, yo!"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"So you were a chicken all week?" Hurley said. "That's gotta... put you in a foul mood."

[raspberryturk]

Foul. Fowl.

Reno groaned.

"I was in a pretty good mood once I got my hands back," he shared. Because hands were infinitely better than stubby little wings that could hardly be used for flight. "But keep it up with the bad puns, and I'm gonna have to seriously reconsider if I'd rather be here, or back in the stables, yo."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Heeeey, I thought it was kinda funny," Hurley protested.

[raspberryturk]

"You tell that one to the horses, maybe they'll make you mayor or somethin'."

Reno could make really, really bad puns with the best of them.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley didn't get it. "..The horses have mayors?"

He normally wouldn't ask such a question. But this place messed with the rules.

[raspberryturk]

Deadpan.

"Yeah, man. They got their own government all set up. You should check it out sometime. Now and again, they even have little elections. See who's gonna run for position of head of the herd, or whatever. But only the female horses are eligible to run for mayor. Horses are real picky, that way."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Man, this island is so wacky," Hurley said. "That's kinda cool."

And he honestly meant that.

[raspberryturk]

Reno almost felt sorry enough for the guy to tell him otherwise. But naaaah. Messing with people was way too much fun, really. So he smirked, shrugged, and started to make his way toward the showers.

"You just keep tellin' yourself that, man. You just keep tellin' yourself that."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Right," Hurley said. "Uhhh... yeah. Catch you later, I guess."