he's climbin in your windows

[madamemoiselle]

Who: Claire (hotshit) and Diva (madamemoiselle)
What: Diva is returning to her room, but there's some stranger danger.
When: After this log
Where: Diva's Room
Rating: PG-13 for Claire being a freak/naked.


[It had been a long day, to say the least. From getting in an argument to killing a handful of the residents of the city, it had been... strange. So Diva was happy to be return to her room, planning on just surfing the network and relaxing. She heard the shower going, but didn't think much of it. She hadn't met the person she shared a bathroom with, but she didn't care much. They just stayed out of each others' way and it suited her quite well.]

[She flops down on her bed after changing out of the slightly dirtied dress into her cute nightgown, but as she reaches to her bedside table to grab a hairtie, she's frustrated to find that they weren't any left. Nothing was going to go right for her today, clearly. At least she had extra in the bathroom.]

[Diva stands and goes to the bathroom door, knocking lightly.]

He~y~ I'm coming in for a second, so don't get out.

[It wasn't much of a warning, but she really didn't care enough to give more of one. So she opens the door, walking into the bathroom.]

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[hotshit]

[Claire walks through the Freyr district, feeling antsy about not being ready for his date with Chane for that evening. He had gotten off work late and had no time to go back to his place to shower. But Claire is a practical, resourceful man, so without putting too much thought into it, he trots right into the Freyr house, hoping to score a quick shower. The way he saw it, a shared bathroom might as well be shared with everyone!

Not wanting to be rude, Claire knocks on the door of the first room to his immediate left.]

Hello? Anybody home?

[When there's no answer, he shrugs and turns the doorknob, opening the door no problem! And since this is a complete invasion of privacy already, he won't go snooping around or anything like that, since the room had obviously been occupied by someone.

He knocks on the door of the bathroom next, and again, there is no answer, which prompts him to go right on in.

The bathroom is no different than the one he had back at the Baldr place, so he doesn't waste much time looking around. He slips his handy dandy knife out of his sleeve and sets it on the edge of the tub, and begins to strip.

Moments later, he's in the shower, singing the chorus of WHERE'D YA GET DOSE EYESSSS as he shaves his face with the sharp edge of his knife. When Diva comes into her room, he doesn't hear her since his voice and the sound of the water beating against the tub overpower her dainty footsteps.

But the knock that comes next catches his immediate attention, and he whirls around, poising his knife as he opens his mouth to call out to her.

Except she doesn't wait for an answer.

Claire will be too flabbergasted to immediately act.]

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[madamemoiselle]

[She stands in the doorway, just as flabbergasted as he is. First of all, he totally didn't listen to her warning. Second, that was definitely not the person she shared a bathroom with. Quite the opposite. And third, why did he shower with a knife anyways??]

[madamemoiselle]

[But the shock passes after a moment. And she instead looks down, since that's clearly the reasonable thing to do. Not at the floor, oh no, but to check and see if he was "well-endowed."]

[She'll take her chances when she can.]

[madamemoiselle]

[Finally, the most reasonable emotion sets in. Which means angry screeching.]

What are you doing in my shower, Claire?!

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[hotshit]

[CLAIRE DIDN'T PULL THE CURTAIN CLOSED because he was going to be quick! No more than two minutes!]

[He had recognized her voice when she called out to him, but seeing her just heightened the intensity of the awkwardness of the situation! When her eyes shift down, he slashes the knive downward, attempting to cover himself with it... or at least warn her not to look there! His entire face flushes a deep wine red colour and his jaw drops, breath hitched in his throat!]

[hotshit]

Wh-what are you doin'?! [His eyes flicker to the towel hanging over the rack on the other side of the room, before returning to her.] Get outta here! I'm naked, here!

[madamemoiselle]

It's my bathroom, you idiot! I should be asking you why you're here!!

[She stomps over to the towel rack and tosses the towel at his face. She's not blushing at all because she's seen better she can't bring herself to care about seeing a naked body. Plus, she wants to vaguely punish him for breaking into her room and bathroom, so she just... stares him down with her arms crossed]

[hotshit]

[Claire is so embarrassed!] I was takin' a shower! Who walks in on somebody takin' a shower? [He grabs the towel, quickly covering himself!]

Don't just stand there gawkin'! Have some decency, why don't ya? [His accent is thicker than usual, because hes strung out.]

[madamemoiselle]

[And... Diva imitates his voice, accent and all.] "Have some decency, why don't ya?"

[She huffs, her voice returning to normal] You're the one that should have some decency! You don't even live in this district, so why are you here?! Unless...

[Diva pauses, her expression suddenly distrustful] Were you trying to stalk me?

[hotshit]

... Did you just mock me? [He wraps the towel around her waist, turning away from her as he glares at her from over his shoulder.]

I had no idea this was your room! I was hoping I could ask whoever lived here if I could drop in for a quick shower, that's all.

[madamemoiselle]

[ooh, mr. stanfield, ooh She doesn't answer his first question, since the second thing he says is much more worthy of a response.]

But you didn't!

[hotshit]

[Claire reaches his leg over to turn off the shower with his foot! She'll probably notice that half of his face still has a ...6 o'clock shadow. Anyway, his expression softens at her observation, but the tension in his brow doesn't quite disappear.]

No, I figured nobody bein' in was the next best thing! You already share a bathroom with somebody, don't you?

[madamemoiselle]

[She does look at the other door, but shrugs]

Well, yes, but I just needed to get something! I didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to not use the curtain.

[Diva crosses her arms, but at least does keep her eyes averted. For now.] I'll let you finish shaving. Then you can beg for my forgiveness.

[hotshit]

Sorry to burst that bubble of yours, but I haven't ever begged in my life and I'm not about to start now! [He'll sit in the tub now, hair matted against his head, obviously.] And I don't plan on apologizing either. If anything, this works to your advantage, because I wouldn't kill somebody while naked. That wouldn't exactly be professional, now would it?

[He speaks casually, as if he were making light of the situation. It's hard to tell whether he's serious or not, especially with how he's glopping soap sudds onto his face. And I forgot to mention, Claire's clothes are in a semi-messy pile in the middle of the room.]

[madamemoiselle]

[picks up clothes, throws out window He was really trying to threaten her even now? Nope, the respect is gone, and she's back to staring him down, arms crossed. She even takes a step closer to stand by his clothes]

You're concerned about being professional? That's surprising.

[a huffy noise] You should apologize, though! This isn't just a weird coincidence, there's no way!

[hotshit]

Apologize? [The blade of his knife glides across his cheek, cleanly slicing off the gross coarse hairs there.] Shouldn't you be apologizin' to me, first? After all, not only did you threaten a good friend of mine, but you walked in on me! This wouldn't have been a big deal if you hadn't!

[madamemoiselle]

But you don't live here! Do you even know anyone that lives here?

[Oh, lovely, Euri again. She bends down, starting to collect his clothes. Diva is determined to get an apology.]

That's definitely the problem here! And I'd never apologize for threatening that little witch. She deserves it.

[hotshit]

Well, I know you, if that counts! [His eyes flash once he sees her bending down to pick up his clothes. Don't do that, Diva, he's a godmod!]

Hey, leave those be!

[madamemoiselle]

It doesn't count!

[She stands straight quickly, half stomping over to the window, since I'm assuming the bathrooms have a little window.]

And you don't get these back until you apologize!

[hotshit]

[His feet sliding against the tub as he gets up make a squeaking sound, and he's suddennly standing in front of her, blocking the window. HIS PECS GLEAM AND ARE SHINY.]

I think you oughta apologize first, if you're expectin' some respect from me.

[madamemoiselle]

[Diva glares at him with fury, in part because she's still upset that he's in her bathroom and in part because she's frustrated that he manages to one-up her with everything. The frustration is clear in her voice, but she's not letting those clothes go.]

I'll apologize for walking in. But I refuse to apologize for anything else.

/matches icons

[hotshit]

[A genuine smile soon returns to his face as he takes note of her anger, taking pleasure in the fact that she was reluctantly submitting to him.]

See, now that wasn't so bad, now was it? Anyway, I suppose I should even things out, to be fair.

I'm sorry for breaking into your room -- ahh, should I even call it that? You left the door unlocked, after all. If you want to avoid having people coming in as they please, you should start takin' some precaution.

[madamemoiselle]

[Her teeth grit, since she hates being lectured. She hated it from her Chevalier, but they had the luxury of being in her graces. He didn't even have the right. But it's brief, and her expression relaxes.]

I don't feel that I need to. I didn't think that anyone would be trying to come in unless I wanted them to.

[She shifts her weight as she looks away, since the lecture bothers her. But she does kind of shove the pile of clothes at his chest.] Thank you for the apology. I guess.

[hotshit]

[He grabs a hold of his clothes and makes shooing motions with his free hand. He will not have a conversation with this girl while standing there dripping wet in a towel!] Yeah, yeah; now are you gonna get goin' or what?

[madamemoiselle]

[She frowns, looking like she's about to yell at him again, but remembers something vaguely important, so it's better if he'd be willing to talk to her.]

Fine. But before you leave, I want to ask you something.

[Diva turns sharply on her heel, complete with a dramatic fanning of her hair]

And you can take the towel. I don't want it.

[And she leaves the bathroom! To lie facedown on her bed and be angry/frustrated!!]