<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br/>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br/>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br/>Tagging: <strong>Galen</strong>, open</div></div><br/>He was making a mess, and he knew it, by walking around while he was drying himself with one of his towels - the other hang loosely around his hips. It wasn't as much intentional as it was the man being lost in thought. Though his thoughts were more or less abstract for the time being, one could almost say Darryl was daydreaming.<br/><br/>He found himself back in the locker room, something about a bathrobe pulling on his mind and his mind urging his feet, but when he noticed Galen, he frowned, then raised a brow and stopped walking around completely.<br/>"Are you alright?"<br/>The young man seemed lost, if that was just due to being lost in the building or lost to the idea of the baths, he didn't know, but a polite inquiry couldn't hurt, could it? Even if he was stark naked save for one towel, dripping and rather carelessly rubbing his long blond hair dry at the same time.