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fandomhighdorms2015-02-05 02:08 pm
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2nd Floor Boys' Bathroom; Thursday Afternoon
Travis had been mess After class, he was covered in cake, pudding and shaving cream and really just not happy with the world. He'd trudged back to the dorms, up to his room and grabbed some clean clothes before stumbling his way into the bathroom.
And then he took a shower. A long one. He wanted the pudding out of his hair, the shaving cream out from underneath his fingernails and the mud gone from behind his ears.
Of course, as it would happen, this would be the time when a sneaky little gremlin came into the bathroom, nearly getting lost in the steam that was filling up the bathroom. He couldn't even see the student who'd gone into the bathroom. He'd wanted to try for a bite but instead, he just grabbed Travis's clothes, the nearest towel (leaving only a small wash cloth behind) and took off. If he couldn't bite someone, he was going to do the next best thing to screw the student over.
Travis enjoyed his shower for a little while longer before he turned off the water, went to reach for a towel and came back with the wash cloth.
"Uh." Cautiously, he peered outside to see if maybe the towel had been moved. The towel had definitely been moved. So had his clothes. There was nothing left but the wash cloth he was holding and the steam. "Well. Shoot."
This was going to be a challenge. He edged closer to the door and opened it up, letting some steam out. "Anyone out there?" If someone answered, he could ask for help. If no one answered, he was going to make a run for it.
[Open, ofc. You can catch him still in the bathroom or running and trying to cover himself with a wash cloth. Class today afforded a perfect opportunity for this.]
And then he took a shower. A long one. He wanted the pudding out of his hair, the shaving cream out from underneath his fingernails and the mud gone from behind his ears.
Of course, as it would happen, this would be the time when a sneaky little gremlin came into the bathroom, nearly getting lost in the steam that was filling up the bathroom. He couldn't even see the student who'd gone into the bathroom. He'd wanted to try for a bite but instead, he just grabbed Travis's clothes, the nearest towel (leaving only a small wash cloth behind) and took off. If he couldn't bite someone, he was going to do the next best thing to screw the student over.
Travis enjoyed his shower for a little while longer before he turned off the water, went to reach for a towel and came back with the wash cloth.
"Uh." Cautiously, he peered outside to see if maybe the towel had been moved. The towel had definitely been moved. So had his clothes. There was nothing left but the wash cloth he was holding and the steam. "Well. Shoot."
This was going to be a challenge. He edged closer to the door and opened it up, letting some steam out. "Anyone out there?" If someone answered, he could ask for help. If no one answered, he was going to make a run for it.
[Open, ofc. You can catch him still in the bathroom or running and trying to cover himself with a wash cloth. Class today afforded a perfect opportunity for this.]