Jack was tired and distracted when he made it back to his room, and he could not be bothered to find the light switch. He also couldn't be bothered finding something to sleep in, and he stripped down to nothing before snuggling down into bed.
At least, that was the plan. What he actually snuggled down into was an oozing, slippery, soapy cold mess. And squawk. Loudly. "What the hell?"
Jack shot a glare at the other bed and scooped a handful of the oozing stuff up to his nose and sniffed. Shaving cream.
He thought about getting mad, he thought about retaliation, and then he grinned evilly and climbed back out of bed, just about falling on his ass as his foot slipped, and stood there, gobs of shaving cream sliding down his body.
"I'm a terrible roommate," he said to the air, shaking his hands and sending dollops flicking across the room. "I never gave my roomie a good night hug."
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At least, that was the plan. What he actually snuggled down into was an oozing, slippery, soapy cold mess. And squawk. Loudly. "What the hell?"
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There was not snickering coming from his bed at all. Nope!
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He thought about getting mad, he thought about retaliation, and then he grinned evilly and climbed back out of bed, just about falling on his ass as his foot slipped, and stood there, gobs of shaving cream sliding down his body.
"I'm a terrible roommate," he said to the air, shaking his hands and sending dollops flicking across the room. "I never gave my roomie a good night hug."
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