<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9x34aEI.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Name: Jumoke<br/>Date/Time: September 12 / Morning <br/>Location: Jumoke's Dorm<br/>Tagging: Open</span><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Jumoke had awoken early to grab hold of the bathroom as it was his given right. One did not just look as he did without the proper maintenance. The young man locked the door behind him so his roommate wouldn't come behind him during his morning ritual of <em>'grooming'</em> Dark hands manifested from his shadow as he admired himself in the mirror. Standing there only in a boxer shorts that form fit. A total of six hands each completing a separate task as he did nothing, but watched as five out of the six hands had gathered his desired item while the last turned on the shower; turning the handle until the water was perfect enough. <strong>"Is that everything?"</strong> questioning the five as if they were actual beings, and got silence in return. <strong>"Yes thank you all for your hard work you may depart until I need you again."</strong> reaching over to one of the black silhouette hands and pet it as it would respond with affection. One by one they departed leaving the one who had fetched his bathe for him.<br/><br/>For a moment he stared blankly at the spot where the hand once hovered but snapped out of it; removing the only piece of clothing that halted his bath. Jumoke now as naked as the day he was born stepped inside. The hand reached over to the counter and pulled over its 'master' the shampoo; popping open the top and squeezed the blue liquid spread over his head and he went to lathering it as he began to hum at first the sound of music in his head that only he could hear. <strong>"I hear music on the air tonight. One familiar fading tune."</strong> this was a normal routine as he sung voice like a siren with an eerie calmness. <strong>"Something pulls at my infected soul, I think I remember you..."</strong> It could have been the that his parent lineage caused this, yet it was hard to say. <strong>"I could be your avenging angel... But this dream is ending soon."</strong> the more he sang, the less aware how loud he'd gotten despite being on key. It was as if he was in his world.<br/><br/>The singing went on for three minutes until the hissing of the water died off. Coming out of the shower as he toweled himself off the single hand had its towel cleaning the wet footsteps he carelessly left behind. Jumoke had been in this academy for a bit of time and, yet he did not feel any entitlement. No, they were his subjects and all fall in line sooner or later. A king who subjugates his people did not deserve them. Once he was done, the dark-skinned student came from the bathroom with the towel still on his head neglecting to cover himself up. They were all men and had the same equipment in a sense. If they had any issues, they could address it, and he would take it into consideration. <em>A benevolent king indeed</em>. Once fully dried off he dressed up, and his stomach growled to be fed. It was beneath him to argue for another to feed him,"Seems as if I must sully my hands and make my food." rolling his eyes as he wished he had servants for this at times. </span><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>