fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Boy's Bathroom, Monday Evening

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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The name made him twitch more than anything else Romeo had said and he rolled his neck to try and keep his calm.

"Romeo, don't you have a girlfriend?" he retorted quickly. "Wouldn't she take issue with you looking at my ass?"

Romeo stiffened a little at the reference to Dojima. "I'm sure she'd know I have better taste than that," he answered. "Wouldn't Angela mind you wanting to show me your panties?"

"Hey, you're the one talking about my ass and my underwear so I'm thinking you've just got some desire to see me naked," he said, gritting his teeth. "It's okay. All guys go through the experimental stage at one point in their lives."

Romeo's hands were fists in his pockets. "You mentioned my legs first, so it would seem you're looking at me that way," he pointed out. "But, as you said, it's nice to want things you won't get."

He hated Hannibal.

"I mentioned your legs because you think kicking me with those things would actually hurt me," Hannibal retorted sharply. "No offense Romeo but I've got more strength in my pinkie than you've got in those legs. Just a fact of life."

"You don't know the first thing about what I could or would do, so close your mouth, Hannibal," Romeo said, sounding tired. "Some of us don't live in the gym. It doesn't make me a weakling."

"I'm not your family or your friend so don't ever order me to do anything, Romeo," Hannibal said, finally losing a bit of his grip on his control and taking a step towards Romeo. "But, again, you noticed my body. I'm starting to think you have a crush on me."

Romeo stood his ground, nails digging into his palms. "I'll talk to you however I want," he answered. "And you can only dream I'd have a crush on you. Are you lonely?"

"Oh, you wish because that would mean you could come and share my bed," he said, moving towards Romeo this time. "I'm not your fucking servant boy, you won't talk to me like I am."

Romeo moved forward himself, chest inches from Hannibal's, not breaking eye contact. "You have a vivid fantasy life if you're thinking about how to get me into your bed," he said. "Pity for you, it will never happen. And I talk to people as they deserve to be talked to."

"Your scrawny ass needs to shut the hell up right now before I break your face," Hannibal said, poking Romeo in the chest with a finger. "No one talks to me that way. I'm not underneath you. You. Are not. Better than me."

There was a distinct pause as Romeo tried to convince himself to turn the other cheek and walk away. He had made a promise, after all.

It was not a very long pause, as his better angels lost that argument rather firmly. Romeo shoved back at Hannibal's chest with the flats of his palms. "Perhaps no better, but at least as good. Don't you dare lay one finger on me."

"I will lay a finger on whoever I want to," Hannibal said, stumbling backwards but coming right back towards Romeo and giving him a shove his own. "You're not the only one who can act like someone is beneath you."

Romeo stumbled, taking a hard edge of sink to the back of his hip. His hands rose to as if to strike Hannibal before falling to his sides.

He would have said this was because he had made a promise not to fight, and some of that was even true.

"Beneath you, above you, wherever you think I put myself, I didn't start this quarrel," he said sulkily. "I'm going. The bathroom's too small."

"Works for me," he said coldly, making no move to step away. "Have a pleasant day, now."

Because Hannibal hadn't moved, Romeo had to edge past him awkwardly to get to the door. He did this with what he would claim was as little jostling as he could manage.

"The same to you, of course," he said. "And give Angela my love."

"You'd better step out of here quickly before I bash your face in for that," Hannibal said tightly, already trying to keep himself from just flat out tackling Romeo. "Really. Leave now."

Romeo rolled his eyes elaborately, but he was pulling the door open. "I'm still not afraid of you, Hannibal."

He was grateful, as he stepped through the door, that he had sparring practice with Reno the next day. He could name one of the dummies Hannibal and kill it many times over, in inventive ways.

Fourth Floor Boy's Bathroom, Monday Evening

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