Post by Zeb on Dec 13, 2005 17:02:33 GMT -5
He wandered into his dorm room, muck dripping from his lower body. "UuuUuuuAaacckKK!!" He nearly screamed, trembling in utter disgust. After tramping through the sewers with Christian to escape the officers, he needed a bath; he /really/ needed a bath.
Closing the door, the boy trumped into the bathroom and shed his grimy clothes. Shivering at the sudden rush of cold air, he flicked on the water of the shower and let it run. Once it was warm, he slipped into the shower and let the water wash away the ick.
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Around ten minutes later, the boy slipped out of the warmth and wrapped a towel around his waist. He trudged back into the other room, rumaging through his drawers for clothing. Hopefully he hadn't caught a-
The thought was cut off by a sneeze that came from the slim boy. Suddenly, his search for clothes became less picky and a bit more frantic. He threw on a pair of boxers, some sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. He shoved his feet into a pair of sneakers and began to run out the door.
That was when he sneezed again. This time, though, it wasn't just a sneeze. The shoes that had been sitting on the floor, covered in muck and grime, exploded into flames. "Awww, Damnit!!" He muttered under his breath, taking the towel and batting out the flames.
Once the fire was out, he turned and half jogged half sprinted out the door. When he got a cold, things tended to explode. He needed to go to the infirmary to get some help for it.
Closing the door, the boy trumped into the bathroom and shed his grimy clothes. Shivering at the sudden rush of cold air, he flicked on the water of the shower and let it run. Once it was warm, he slipped into the shower and let the water wash away the ick.
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Around ten minutes later, the boy slipped out of the warmth and wrapped a towel around his waist. He trudged back into the other room, rumaging through his drawers for clothing. Hopefully he hadn't caught a-
The thought was cut off by a sneeze that came from the slim boy. Suddenly, his search for clothes became less picky and a bit more frantic. He threw on a pair of boxers, some sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. He shoved his feet into a pair of sneakers and began to run out the door.
That was when he sneezed again. This time, though, it wasn't just a sneeze. The shoes that had been sitting on the floor, covered in muck and grime, exploded into flames. "Awww, Damnit!!" He muttered under his breath, taking the towel and batting out the flames.
Once the fire was out, he turned and half jogged half sprinted out the door. When he got a cold, things tended to explode. He needed to go to the infirmary to get some help for it.
