Author's Notes: I am posting so I don't have to do math homework… Such a shame too, it isn't even hard…
4
1994 A.D.
I grit my teeth, glaring at myself in the mirror as I shaved. I was pretending that I didn't see that thing on my temple, bright against my black hair. I was almost done shaving, looking away long enough to rinse my razor of hair and foam, when Schuldig pranced in.
"What, you can knock?" I snarled, my foul mood already firmly in place from sight of my own reflection. He hummed some horrible pop song and plucked his toothbrush out of the cup by the sink. I watched him as he brushed his teeth, feeling slightly uncomfortable and cold, fresh out of a shower and only wearing the towel around my waist. I knew this hotel was going to be a problem with the two of us sharing a bathroom…I desperately missed our old apartment where I'd at least had a private master bath.
He finished and leaning in to spit and smile at himself in the mirror, checking to see if he missed any plaque. Satisfied, his blue eyes focused on me and he all but leered. I frowned and shooed him out of the way to finish shaving, nicking myself on the chin and swearing. He stepped back and shrugged, still grinning like a maniac.
"Hey, Brad?" he cooed at me, standing on his toes so he could set his chin on my shoulder, staring at our reflections.
"What?" I growled as I wiped my face off and rubbed antiseptic into my freshly bleeding cut.
"Is that a gray hair?"
He laughed and ran from the bathroom faster than I could catch him. If I had a gun I might've shot him. He said exactly what I didn't want to head first thing the morning…
"Fuck you!"
Fin Chapter 4
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