PREPERATION FOR THE DAY
Disclaimer: Do I *really* need to say I don't own em?
AN: Can you guess who I'm writing about before the end of the story? ^_^
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He stepped out of the hot shower, water dripping from his slender frame and steam rising from his fair skin. Droplets formed at the tips of his tangled, rugged-looking hair, and slid down his features. He stood naked in front of the full length, misted mirror. It was time to prepare himself for the day ahead.
Grabbing a clean, white towel of the rack, he dried his glistening body. After that, he wrapped said item around his waist, and grabbed a nearby hair dryer- just because he spent so much time on the battlefield was no reason to have messy, unkept hair. In fact, he took great pride in making sure that every lock was neatly positioned. He took his time in brushing it, careful to brush out every knot that had formed. By the time he had finished, his locks were looking pristine.
Grooming done, he reached for his navy blue boxer shorts and pulled them on, one long, smooth leg at a time. His usual trousers and the shirt he wore under his jacket followed, though somewhat slower, as he made sure everything sat correctly on his body and that there were no creases. Fastening his belt, he once again became aware of himself in the mirror, from which the mist had now cleared enough for him to see his appearance.
"Not bad," he chuckled to himself, winking at his reflection.
Exiting the bathroom, Quinze pulled on his jacket, and left his quarters to see what tasks lay ahead of him that day.
OWARI
Scary, ain't it? ^_^ Please review!