<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Connor Marks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Planck<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms, showering<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any, Lara<br/><br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">hurry up and get clean dirty boy.  And I do believe your bed is more comfy than mine so not fair. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He grinned down at the message, leaning back into the spray and finishing washing the bubbles from his quick shower off.  He glanced over at two freshmen who peeked their heads in, trying for the 'code of terrified heterosexuality' and hoping the shower was empty.  He didn't understand it - it had never bothered him to see or be seen naked, and yet a humorous number of students - freshman to senior - seemed to want to slink into the showers and wish their power was invisibility.  He just waved them in.  "Better get used to it now," he advised, turning off the water and reaching for his towel.  He wrapped it around himself with a grin, running hands through his hair and sloughing off the water before heading back down the hall.  He waited until he was outside the door to text back.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Make yourself at home!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Then he turned the knob, stepping into his room and grinning.  "LARA!"  He bounced onto the bed in a tackle hug, the bed's answering momentum tossing the two of them right over the side in a tangle of wet limbs.  He'd managed to quite thoroughly saturate her shirt, and didn't feel the least bit guilty for it.<br/><br/>"Hi!" he grinned, enthusiastic.  "Missed ya!"