During Literature class, Daniel had had a rather dull conversation with a smokingly hot girl named Valmia, who once she realised he wasn’t talking that much, couldn’t stop talking herself. When the bell rang, he couldn’t get out of there fast enough and jogged outside. He stripped off, from the waist up, deciding to spend his next class going for a long run instead.
Towards the end of the second class, Daniel returned to the school and ran to the dorms to have a quick shower. The bell rang for the end of class as he was drying. He shoved on his uniform, leaving his shirt and jacket unbuttoned and flying open. Quickly restyling his hair with a dab of gel, Daniel left his room. Along the corridor, he stopped at a long window, the same shape as a full-sized mirror, and looked at his reflection. Looking good. He was contemplating buttoning up when he spotted a… boy(?)… pacing along the corridor behind him.
He spun, wondering how much the student had seen. “Uh, hi… I’m not-” Daniel was flustered, he couldn’t lie. “I was just… looking at the window…” Then he quickly touched his nose. It hadn’t grown. What he said wasn’t too much of a stretch, it was just close enough to the truth to get away with it.
@bpalmer - Asa