Dan stepped awkwardly over to the bathroom, cold discomfort spreading across the front of his outfit, while Fran followed behind muttering out apologies.
"L-look, Fran, I said it was fine," Dan explained, "just give me a minute to clean up in here."
"Ok..." Fran said quietly and nodded, letting Dan shut the door. What Fran knew, that Dan didn't, was Fran's door had been busted for a short time now, and had a tendency to swing slightly back open if not held shut for a moment. So, as Dan started to disrobe, the door opened just a sliver, enough for anyone out in the hall to have a view into the mirror... Unaware, Dan sloughed off his shirt, holding it out to assess the damage, before dropping it onto the floor with a sigh. He brushed his chest, finding it damp but not wet, and looked at himself for a moment in the mirror. He didn't look to bad; he wasn't muscly or anything, but he was well built, in shape, if kind of lean. His gaze drifted downward, and he shifted uncomfortably again as he saw the splotch of soda spilled across his jeans. He didn't want to take them off, but... the chill was driving him crazy, and if only for a moment, alone in the bathroom, it'd be nice to get rid of that sensation.
Slipping them down to his ankles, and kicking them off to the side, Dan was happy to find the soda had not crept through to his boxer briefs; they were a bit cold, still, but barely damp. Of course, they left little to the imagination, and already feeling chilly, Daniel again shivered as he stood, near-naked, in his friends bathroom. Looking around, he didn't see any towels in the bathroom, and while he'd never deface someone's house like that, he couldn't even take her shower curtain if he wanted to; it was a sliding, frosted glass door. He hoped Fran had something for him to cover up with, or at least had a quick washing machine...
Walking close to the door, Dan's heart jumped as he saw he'd left it open slightly.
"Fran?" he said quietly, taking a peek out of the crack, and then around the door. Fran wasn't there, and Dan relaxed a little, knowing she probably hadn't seen him undressing. Not that Fran was the sort to peep on people... right? Regardless, Dan needed to talk to her now, so poking his upper body out, he called again. "Fran? Hello?"
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