[Log: Complete] They say that first impressions shouldn’t matter.

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Participants: Gilbert, Roderich
Can people just hop in?: Sorry, only Gilbert gets to meet Roderich naked.
Where: Boy’s locker room at Evony Public Institute of Culture
When: A few weeks into the school year after the police car incident. One minute before the bell is supposed to ring to signal the end of the school day.
What: Gilbert meets yet

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[zwiefacher]

Roderich turned the shower off with a sigh, then proceeded to towel his hair dry. He honestly did not understand why the school forced him to take part in that ridiculous course called "P.E." One would have thought his contribution to the school's music program would have at least given him some leeway in this matter, but it wasn't, to Roderich's dismay. Perhaps the administration was even more lacking in common sense than he had originally thought.

The dark frown never quite left his face even as he stepped out of the shower stall and irritably made his way over to his locker. Roderich had only taken a few steps when he stopped, realizing someone was already there, putting their dress shirt into a nearby locker. Though he thought it a bit odd--he normally did not encounter anyone changing out of the school uniforms at this time--Roderich said nothing as he brushed past the shirtless stranger.

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Gilbert paid whoever it was no mind until the guy brushed passed him without a word, causing him to scowl. What, was everyone here too good to apologize now? And seriously, there was plenty of space to walk if no one else was changing.

"I thought even spoiled gits were taught common courtesy," he muttered in irritation as he took off his pants and shoes to shove them into his locker.

[zwiefacher]

Did he honestly just say what I think he did? Roderich's frown only deepened as he continued toward his locker. Considering they were the only two in the locker room at the moment, it could only mean that person had been talking about him. Unless he has a habit of mumbling to himself, Roderich thought scathingly, though even that mental quip had no positive effect on his terrible mood.

"I had thought that even idiots knew how to keep insults to themselves when the target of their insult is within hearing distance." Honestly, this stranger had such a terrible sense of decorum.

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So even the privileged paid attention to someone besides themselves. They probably only notice others if they themselves were mentioned, Gilbert thought sardonically.

"Maybe it was meant to be heard," Gilbert snapped back, irritation growing by the second. "And you call me stupid," he muttered under his breath, his somewhat decent mood evaporating.