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"Fuck" cursed Hänschen after his shower failed to work after what felt like the hundredth time. He stood, fully naked, in front of the stubborn shower. "Just give me some fucking water!" Hänschen yelled, punching the wall next to the shower. It let out a pathetic dribble of water which Hänschen rushed towards, only to discover it was ice cold. "Oh for fucks sake!" Hänschen groaned, now freezing as well as unclean. He had a date in...ah shit, what was the time?
-6:00-
Read the minimalistic black and white analogue clock mounted by his door. He liked to keep his decor simple, as he would usually be out sleeping in other people's houses anyway, so it didn't really matter what his house looked like. He rarely took girls nor guys back to his, you really had to be someone special to be granted that 'privilege'. (No one had as of yet.) His apartment was one big open space with a 'kitchen' (basically a worktop with an oven, microwave, fridge, sink and a few cupboards all in granite black-contrasting with the cream walls) on the right side, living and dining area (a sofa and a small table with one chair) in the centre of the apartment. His bedroom and bathroom were adjecent and the only two rooms with doors in his house, enabling him to see straight through to his front door when the bathroom door was open. Most, well, all of his limited decor was either black, white or a shade in between. His phone beeped, and punching the shower in a last futile attempt to coax water from it, he wrapped a towel around himself tight, pulling it over his chest, and went to check his phone. The towel slowly slipped down his taunt limbs as he read-
Bobby M. (20 mins ago) heyy hans, still meeting at 6?x
Shit.
He typed out a reply-
sorry running late. i'll be there at 7.
His phone vibrated again
Bobby M. - hurry up x
Hänschen left the message on read and contemplated his options.
1. Turn up to the date unshowered.
He immediately ruled this one out. he would feel uncomfortable and anyway, it's bad ettiequte.
2. Attempt to wash his hair under the tap and leave the rest of his body unwashed.
Well, he was already late, it seemed pointless to waste more time and still show up smelly.
3. Use his neighbour's shower.
Fuck it.
Hänschen stalked out of his apartment, leaving the door on latch. He crossed the small corridor that led to apartment 12a. He knocked on the door and waited, taking a deep breath in to ease the tightening of his chest.
The door swung open and there was Ernst. He looked shocked and a deep blush began to spread across his cheeks.
Only then did Hänschen realise he was only wearing a towel round his waist.