Nathan Summers appeared in the corner of the bathroom with his best stoic, placid oh please expression written all over his features. "Wade," he said, his automatic facepalm-dampeners kicking in in the background, "There's really no need. I'm not planning to watch you shower."
"Her face wasn't any more conventional than her body. There was something off-kilter about the arrangement of her features, although it was difficult to say exactly what since her nose was-"
Wade paused in his reading, completely not making sure the towel covered a bit more. Even though there was no reason Nate would look. Because they were just close friends.
"How do I know that, hmmm? You could've been watching a lo--" Something suddenly dawned on him. "--NO LOOKING AT ARASHI!"
"I'm not." Nate wasn't rolling his eyes. Really. He was far too stoic to roll his eyes. He looked away, towards the wall. A smirk began to form. "'A staple through the navel'...?"
Wade rolled his eyes, in respsonse to the complete non-eye rolling happening with Jesus Patton over there. "Hey, I didn't write it," He grumped, using that distraction to turn on the water to the shower. "If I did, it'd skip write to the sex scene."
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Wade paused in his reading, completely not making sure the towel covered a bit more. Even though there was no reason Nate would look. Because they were just close friends.
"How do I know that, hmmm? You could've been watching a lo--" Something suddenly dawned on him. "--NO LOOKING AT ARASHI!"
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