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Madge hadn't heard the shower running. If she had she most certainly wouldn't have ended up in the bathroom with a naked Gale Hawthorne like she is right now.
He curses loudly when she flushes because apparently it makes the water run cold. "Gale?" she squeaks.
"Undersee?" he asks. His voice echoes through the tiny bathroom. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
"I had to pee!" she says quickly. Madge washes her hands as quickly as she can and listens to him curse again. "Oh God, oh God I'm so sorry." In the mirror she can see her cheeks are infinitely red.
The shower stops running and Gale grumbles behind the curtain. "Thank you so muchfor using all the hot water."
"I said I was sorry!" Madge says again. How was she supposed to know that flushing the toilet would turn his water cold? How was she supposed to know that Gale was in the shower at all? The door was unlocked!
"Just hand me my towel," he snaps.
Madge glances around the small bathroom looking for the towel. "I don't see it," she tells him.
"It's in the closet," Gale responds. He shuffles in the shower and the curtain crinkles. Quickly Madge crosses the room and pulls open the closet, trying to find the towels. "Top shelf," he says.
Madge frowns. She tries to press herself on her tiptoes. "It's too high," she tells him. "I can't reach." Madge drags her hands through her hair. Why hasn't she just left? Gale can get the towel himself. "I'm leaving," she announces.
"Good riddance."
She marches toward the door and tries to yank it open. It won't budge. "Um, Gale," she murmurs. "The door… it's… it's stuck."
Gale groans loudly. "It sticks when people shower," he grumbles. "Alright, I'm gonna get out and get my towel."
"What? No!"
"Just face the other direction, Undersee," Gale calls.
"There are mirrors!"
"Then shut your pretty little eyes," he mumbles. The shower curtain yanks backward before Madge has time to prepare herself and ends up with an eyeful of Hawthorne.
She blushes immediately and snaps her eyes shut, throwing her hands over them as an added level of protection.
Gale chuckles and Madge hears him marching over to the closet. "What?" he asks. "Scared of the human anatomy?"
"I hardly think you count as human," she squeaks.
"Demigod, then?" Madge snorts and spins to face the door. "For crying out loud, Undersee, you're the one who forced yourself into this situation."
"How was I supposed to know you were showering?" she hisses. "The door wasn't locked!"
"Most people knock," Gale says. "Door's left unlocked for emergencies. I doubt your bladder was one of them. You can open your eyes now. I'm clothes. Or well, toweled."
Slowly Madge peels her eyes open, spinning around to face him. "Open the door," she demands.
"Sure thing, Princess," he murmurs. Madge finds her eyes dropping down to Gale's chest more than once as he marches over to door. "So half-naked me is more appealing than full-naked me?" Gale asks. He rolls his eyes.
Madge huffs, "Any-naked you isn't appealing at all!"
Gale jerks open the door and holds it open for Madge. "Sure, Undersee," he snickers. "If you say so."