Day 62: In Which He Cracks A Mystery
He had finally figured out why Elsa smelled like a damn candy store all the time. Her hair care products smelled awesome, and he had had the pleasure of indulging in the girl's entire collection, even spritzing some of the setting spray into his locks, whatever the hell that was. Before he could forget to ask her about it, he wrapped a towel around his waist and crossed the apartment in search of her.
"Hey, where do you buy your shampoo?" he asked, opening the balcony's door.
"Hm? The drugstore down the street—" She looked up from her book and jumped in surprise as her eyes roamed over his dripping nakedness. "You know, we wear these things called clothes on this side of the wall. Perhaps you should give it a try."
He snorted, flexing his arms and puffing his chest out.
"Bold of you to act like you're not enjoying the show."
