<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong> Name:</strong>              Seth Lengheardt<br/> <strong>Mech:</strong>              ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br/> <strong>Call Sign:</strong>       <em> Blackjack  </em><br/> <strong>Location:</strong>         Gym  <br/> <strong>Tags:</strong>                Miyoko<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>His eyebrows raise teasingly as she mentions separate showering. Seth was well-used to barrack-style, unisex showering, and it intrigued him that she wasn't. Maybe another Draconis thing? Either way, he leaves it alone and just nods at the shower arrangement.<br/><br/>"Aw, I was hoping you'd let me wash your back... You're taking one too though, right? I mean, I'm gross and sweaty, I get that, but you're not much better yourself, sweetheart." He says, playfully swiping some sweat from just above the hem of her shirt on her neck and then holding it out to show her teasingly.<br/><br/>He then heads off to the shower, rubbing his hands through his crew-cut and over his face. "What are you doing, Seth? You have no idea how to do this with a woman. And talk about a hard first choice: Someone who will gut you with her knives if you screw up. Great learning choice there, bud." He mumbles to himself, slipping into the shower to lather up his lean, muscular body.<br/><br/>He returns not 10 minutes later, freshly scrubbed and smelling cleanly of standard military-ops soap with a touch of deoderant. He was not by any sense of the word a pretty boy, so spending extra credits on smelly soap was not something that was high on his priority list.<br/><br/>"Your turn. I'll go ahead of you to the lounge and get us a booth, you'll bring the game?" He asks, a friendly smile on his face as he stands before her in a form-fitting, Marik military-issue tank tucked into cargo pants and boots.