The halls to room 413: Friday night
Karal was drenched and slimed and sticky, and generally in no fit state to go anywhere but into a shower, or possibly a pond.
Which was why, when he came into the lobby, he (very, very reluctantly) stripped down to his boxer shorts, bundled up his horribly sticky, green, and damp clothes (clutching them in front of him), and began creeping up the stairs and through the halls to his room.
Sunlord willing, he wouldn't see anyone.
[ooc: open because I couldn't resist. Minor OCD because it makes me happy.]
Which was why, when he came into the lobby, he (very, very reluctantly) stripped down to his boxer shorts, bundled up his horribly sticky, green, and damp clothes (clutching them in front of him), and began creeping up the stairs and through the halls to his room.
Sunlord willing, he wouldn't see anyone.
[ooc: open because I couldn't resist. Minor OCD because it makes me happy.]