Hot Waterfall [OPEN]

[Misao]

Beep. Beep. Beep. The loud beeping of an alarm woke the young shifter from his dreams. Slowly the small boy opened his large amber eyes to stare at the alarm clock that read 6:45. Misao blinked a few times before reaching over and shutting the alarm off. Closing his eyes again Misao pushed himself up onto his knees yawning as he did. Misao rubbed his eyes softly removing sand from eyes from the sleep. The green fox then through his legs over the bed until his noes brushed the floor. Stretching his arms above his head he heard the soft crack of his shoulder before he slipped out of bed. Misao unlike most boys wore both pants and a shirt. It was a cute matching PJ outfit that Misao’s mother gave to him for his birthday. The outfit was made of dark blue soft fabric with white sakura flowers printed across it.

Misao slipped on a pair of black slippers before opening his wardrobe pulling out a clean ironed uniform and a towel. Misao then squatted down and grabbed his bathroom caring case. Sighing softly Misao made his way to the bathroom. Misao normally took his showers in the morning because most of the boys here tend to like to take showers in the evening because they wanted as much sleep as possible. Yawning softly again Misao opened the door gently before making his way into to the farthest shower from the door. Once he found the correct shower he grabbed the nob and turned it gently. While the water was warming Misao started to undress. After removing his shirt and pants he would fold the outfit and place it on the bench across from the shower.

Once naked Misao reached through the shower curtain and felt to see if the water was warm enough. Misao yelp softly and quickly removed his hand. Looking down he saw his hand was bright red. ”Too hot,” muttered Misao as he kissed his slightly red hand before reaching in with his other hand to turn down the tempter. After a minute or so Misao took his chances and ducked into the shower. Purring softly Misao let the hot water stream over his face down through his hair and down his back. ”I love showers so much,” mewed Misao as he shoot his hair out. Then Misao grumbled when he forgot his bathroom stuff.

Slowly Misao slipped out of the shower and grabbed his shower stuff. Then the sound of a heart beat scared Misao. Jumping slightly Misao turned aorund but saw no one there. Blinking a few times with a confused look on his face Misao slipped back into the shower where he would start with his hair and then would clean up his body.

[John Taylor]

The infernal and incessant beeping of an alarm clock sounded, rousing John from his sleep. However, this was not a typical person we were talking about, and as he had not remembered any nightmares from his now-interrupted slumber, his waking up was rather odd. Sitting bolt-upright, the covers on him were thrown off with this sudden movement, one he made while making an oh-so-slightly perplexed expression. Following this, John poked the “off” button on his clock, bringing about an abrupt stop to the tone that was causing his ears so much early- morning agony. He didn’t even bother checking the time, as he assumed his body clock was right. Given who he was descended from, it wouldn’t be an illogical conclusion to reach.

Given the fact that his old country of residence was comparatively frigid in temperature, and changed weather conditions like Mother Nature was having a nervous breakdown, he had clothed himself in naught but his underwear a pair of baggy shorts of indeterminate material, and an equally baggy vest that allowed for comfort. The covers were thin, and were only there for comfort, as opposed to warmth. He’d been running quite a bit, yesterday, despite not being part of any sports teams, and had been too tired to even take a shower – instead opting to just collapse exhaustedly on the bed. Knowing this, he supposed it wasn’t particularly surprising that he stank to high hell.

Now donning a pair of slippers he had bought on a whim, he began his morning shuffle, this time to the showers. Few ever bothered to use them at this hour, and he figured now would be no exception. That aside, it wasn’t as if anybody would particularly care if he did walk in on them – so he thought. The slippers themselves were quite interesting, in the sense that they were designed to look like sharks biting his feet off. He was pretty sure he had socks like that as well, but they were nowhere to be found. He did not think much of this – he was more concerned with his bathrobe not being cleaned yet.

John had not forgotten a change of uniform, but had instead decided to leave it at his room, and would change into it later. It would give excess water a chance to drip off of him, as well as any slivers of sweat produced by the shower’s heat. It went against the base purpose of using a shower, but nobody seemed to mind. Or notice. Or care, for that matter. John continued to rub the sleep from his eyes with one hand, other clutching a bag of cheap – yet effective – toiletries, a pick-and-mix he had been too busy procrastinating to sort into “shower supplies” and “everything else.”

However, the boy was not half-asleep for much longer. When he realised somebody else was in the shower, he was only a quarter asleep, though not particularly vigilant. It was when he stepped into the shower, towel having been flung nonchalantly to the side, that he shocked himself out of his own tiredness. Despite not having any need – or want – to, John’s head snapped to the side, and he managed to spot Misao showering next to him. This was awkward, to say the least, considering the state he was in. Sure, two men showering together was normal, when in a dormitory environment. But, given that he had only just moved in, and they were both in the buff, the sheepish expression on Johns face as he turned slowly back to face the wall was not misplaced.
“Morning…” he said, quietly enough to not be heard if he was unnoticed, but loud enough to be heard if he had been.

[Misao]

Misao was scrubbing shampoo while singing Cannibal by Kesha. Yes Misao was singing a girls song to himself in the shower. Cannibal was one of Misao’s favorite songs since he picked it up from a senior friend of his from last years. Of course because of the running water and his singing he didn’t hear the other call out to him. Misao had his eyes closed and his fingers tangled in his green blue hair as he sang the song about cannibalism.

” I have a heart, I swear I do
But just not, baby, when it comes to you
I get so hungry when you say you love me
Hush if you know what's good for you

I think you're hot, I think you're cool
You're the kind of guy I'd stalk in school
But now that I'm famous, you're up my anus
Now I'm gonna eat you, fool

I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood
Carnivore animal, I am a cannibal
I eat boys up, you better run

I am cannibal
Cannibal, cannibal, I am
I am cannibal
Cannibal, I am
I'll eat you up
I am cannibal
Cannibal, cannibal, I am
I am cannibal
Cannibal
I'll eat you up

Whenever you tell me I'm pretty
That's when the hunger really hits me
Your little heart goes pitter patter
I want you liver on a platter

Use your finger to stir my tea
And for dessert, I'll suck you teeth
Be too sweet and you'll be a goner
Yup, I'll pull a Jeffrey Dahmer

I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch
Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood
Carnivore animal, I am a cannibal
I eat boys up, you better run

I am cannibal
Cannibal, cannibal, I am
I am cannibal
Cannibal, I am
I'll eat you up
I am cannibal
Cannibal, cannibal, I am
I am cannibal
Cannibal
I'll eat you up

I am cannibal
Cannibal, cannibal, I am
I am cannibal
Cannibal, I am
I'll eat you up
I am cannibal
Cannibal, cannibal, I am
I am cannibal
Cannibal
I'll eat you up

I love you
I warned you”

[John Taylor]

Somewhat relieved that Misao had not heard his awkward greeting, John got to his own shampooing – using a shower gel that doubled as shampoo, for that matter. He was doubtful that it was actually effective as a shampoo, but given the fact that asking to borrow his roommate’s would be more than a little awkward at the moment, he set his doubts aside for the time being. Instead, he briefly enjoyed the scent of his soap, inhaling what the packet described as “infusions of the rainforest.” To John, the exotic mix of synthetic chemicals and minute plant extracts smelt more like adventure. Which he wholeheartedly endorsed.

After washing away the bubble afro perched atop his head, John snapped back into reality, actually paying attention to what he was doing - instead of letting the deadly mixture of steam inhalation, morning fatigue and nice smells zone him out. Out of boredom, he began whistling the tune to a song he knew. He didn’t remember the name or the lyrics, but he remembered the guitar track in it was as catchy as all hell. He cursed, realising that he had not brought a more abrasive shower item than a flannel, the cloth not being as efficient as he liked.

“Rats, I forgot to pack some deodorant…” he muttered to himself, as he scrubbed himself down, the stink of sweat leaving him. “Hey, roomie, you got any deodorant I can use for today?”
The question had been answered off-handedly, and it took a second for him to realise he had actually spoke. When he did, he clasped his and over his mouth, hoping to whatever higher powers there were that Misao had not heard him. For someone whose only actual power was the ability to grasp the introduction of knowledge fantastically, and to be an overall smarty-pants, John had his moments of blind idiocy, it had to be said.