Post by DARREN POWERS on Jul 3, 2016 18:33:48 GMT -5
The sound of a flushing toilet was followed by the opening of a door. stepping out, the redhead zipped up his pants, buckling up his belt. following him to the row of sinks against the opposite wall was another male student who just so happened to have shared the same stall as him.
as he flipped the handle of the tap water upward, darren's gaze flicked to the mirror when he heard a human voice or two coming from somewhere behind him; something he hadn't really paid attention to earlier, "hah, i was wondering what that sound was," said the seventeen-year-old, grinning, "ya bein' an eavesdropping sick fuck or are y'hoping to squeeze in a quicky, too? nice." he commented, almost as though he was simply wondering what their fellow communal-bath-washroom-occupant had for dinner. after all, most people wouldn't actually be here during this time of the evening.
"rumours have it that if y'stay here for over three hours, the porcelain gods will grant you an easy-lay." he continued to explain until he felt his 'friend's movement on his side.
"i'm heading back out," said the student that was with the senior, eyes darting to darren with a blink.
"ya don't have to report everything t'me, buddy. it's not that kind of relationship." responded the ginger as he gave a mocking sympathetic pat to the other boy.
"... did you wash your hands yet?" the guy frowned with narrowed eyes.
"who the fuck gets anal about shit like that when they had more than a dirty hand in their mouth just now?" the elder powers twin snorted, watching, as his yearmate took his leave in annoyance, "not even a 'thank you' for that pun. can you believe the manners of some people?" a complaint filled with sarcasm, and he proceeded to rinse his own fingers at last.
as he shook the water from his hands and then wiping them on the back of his pants, the redhead turned back around to look to the only other person left inside the washroom, "so? how long of those three hours have ya waited?" he asked, taking steps toward them, a grin on his face, "don't even sweat it, 'cause quarterbacks tend to have endless supplies of energy."
MADE BY VEL OF GS