Bubblegum toothpaste (Christian-open)

[Miss Murder]

Most people these days aren't all that concerned about dental hygiene. However, one boy stood apart from the rest. Oh yes, one boy was very devoted to brushing his teeth each evening and morning. Day or night.

He'd stand there and scrub for about five minutes, rinse with Listerine for a minute, and then rinse with water for three. Each second accurately timed by his water-proof watch. Hey, you could never be too safe, right?

This one soul belonged to none other than a perky boy named Christian. The reason to his devotion was simple, he was scared of getting cavities. Having getting one in prior he had no intention of getting one again. The painful drilling made him learn his lesson. Although, he did like sweet things. Which was why the toothpaste he used was bubblegum flavored.
Rising his toothbrush under the water briefly he carefully squeezed the tube and out came a pink tar. Pressing the button on his watch he began to brush his teeth. When it reached five minutes he spit out some of the foam and reached fo the glass of Listerine. He hated Listerine, but it did help prevent cavities. Afterwords, he rinsed the taste entirely from his mouth with water.

"Ahh," he said smiling proudly into the mirror. "Perfect of course." Not knowing anyone was in the public bathroom he began to pack up his 'tools'. Some people may call him a bit uptight, but Christian was just who he was. He didn't like germs or cavities. If he could avoid it by brushing his teeth then he would.

The biggest germ spreader in the world had to be kissing. So he had never kissed anyone before. He couldn't see what was so appealing about it. He just shivered at the thought of people shoving their tongues in other people's mouths. When he was in a relationship he avoided mouth to mouth contact. The mouth of another person on your own is too gross when you think about it. Think about all the places they've been... Maybe they ate garlic earlier that day or french onion chips.
Tasting the bubblegum flavor the toothpaste had left in satisfaction he rinsed off his toothbrush before placing it carefully in the bag.

((Feel free to torture him, tease him, whatever gives you pleasure. Christian is yours to dish.))

[Sarah]

Rolling out of a bathroom stall, Claude Kepp walked up to the sinks next to another smaller boy. He assumed the boy to be younger than him-- only another reason why not to speak with him. Claude could be obnoxious by all means, and stuck up on top of it. Hell, if he was to be a first year, he would know better than to think, or even speak to, a third year. They had seniority.

Whatever it may be, it varied from person to person, as with their hygiene habits as well. Seeing as it was close to Light's Out, Claude didnt personally care. He normally stayed up later in his dorm to begin with, looking at Playboys under the glow of a flashlight. Jadie didnt seem to mind, or he didnt say he did, at least. If anything, he'd lie to his roommate and tell him he was studying. But, how stupid was Jadie? Claude, Studying? It was sign of an apolocolypse.

Claude had heard the boy speak to himself while taking care of his business in the stall he recently occupied. He had rose his brows, and bit back a snort. Oh, this would be fun. It sounded like a little perfectionist that he would have to handle. Goodie.

Blue eyes didnt even glance at the boy next to him as he turned on the water and pumped some soap on to his hands. He would be in and out without a word. Unzipping a bag of toiletries, Claude pulled out his scraggly toothbrush, a travel size container of off-brand mouthwash, and a tube of bright green toothpaste. The toothpaste wasnt good, to say the least, but it was all he had. The tube was nearly flat from being squeezed so many times, and he'd be surprised if he had any at all.

Twisting off the familiar cap, Claude tried squeezing the flat tube, which resulted in no paste at all. He tried massaging it slowly out of the tube. No avail. Muttering once to himself, Claude threw it into the wastebasket against the opposite wall. Fine, he'd rinse without paste, just warm water. It didnt matter at all to him, and he wasnt going to speak to the other boy next to him.

(XD I had to include the bright green paste you told me about. Apple flavored, right? xDD)

[Miss Murder]

Christian couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he found someone else in the bathroom. It was when the toilet flushed that he silently cursed his bad luck. Oh, if there was any mishap around then Chris would probably be a part of it. Quietly disposing of the plastic cup that held his Listerine he watched the other kid walk out and begin to wash his hands. Well, at least he was using soap.
Placing the cap on the Listerine bottle he had he watched the boy unpack his own 'tools'. The scraggly toothbrush teased his gag reflex.

He considered whether or not to guide the boy in the right direction, but he did seem older than him. Christian was naive, but he did understand the whole rule on being a first year. It meant respect. Not that he truly understood the whole reason why. Maybe it was the older kids were pumping more testosterone and it made them the kings. Either way, he was forbidden from criticizing them in such a matter.

However, Christian quickly forget his determination to stay quiet when the boy threw out his toothpaste. Did he intend to not use any toothpaste? That was just disgusting. Christian, always being prepared, pulled out an extra, small tube of bubblegum toothpaste. "Hey," he said as he waved the pink tube in Claude's direction, "use this you don't want to go solo. Trust me, toothpaste is the most important part." Trying not to lecture him on germs or how cavities were formed he bit on his lip. Waiting for the boy to take the tube he added, "you can keep this one. It's brand new."

If the boy were to give it back to Christian then he'd throw it out later anyway. Having the top brushed against someone's used toothbrush just disgusted him. Especially that old, scraggly toothbrush. Christian never used his more than three to four times.
Hoping he would accept Christian's gesture he hoped he also wouldn't notice he broke the testosterone rule.

[Sarah]

The old brush was easily rinsed under warm water, and popped into his mouth. Yeah, he would agree, personal hygiene was definitely a necessary aspect, but it wouldnt kill him to skip out on it. Cavities...so what. He'd have the tooth pulled or filled. He wasnt afraid of dentists or doctors.

But, the testosterone rule was broke, which Claude was surprised by. Even though it was a simple gesture, it was still a broken rule. Then again, Claude wouldnt rip the kid's head off for it. He rose his brows as the boy went on to talk, having to bite back a snort. Okay then... since when did they start hiring dental assistants to guard the bathroom?

Claude leaned forward, and spit into the sink, turning on the water to rinse it down the drain. He tucked the old toothbrush away in his toiletries' bag again, pulling out some roll-on deodorant. "Thanks, but no thanks," Claude said easily with a shrug. It wasnt a big deal to him, though it was a nice gesture of the other boy. He put the bag of toiletries to between his legs to hold, and pulled off his shirt, reaching for the other one he had brought with him.

He knew better than to change in his dorm again. That first time he met Jadie, and got caught with his pants down... Well, it was a time he wouldnt forget.

[Miss Murder]

Christian still held out the tube even though he was rejected. "Well then take this for backup. You know when your toothpaste drops on the floor and junk. It's always important to have back up. Like say you don't get to the store tomorrow... Then you will have to not properly wash your teeth again. Oh no, it isn't a good thing. Cavities show up, and boy you don't want that. So hey, just take it. You know I'll leave it here."

Christian knew he had just completely shattered the rule. Maybe he should start stripping as well? Pull out some shaving cream and wipe across his chest and say he needed to shave everyday? Lower his voice to sound like he was more manly? Clearing his throat he got ready to talk in a deeper tone. He'd prove he had more testosterone than the boy. Oh oh, he would make his way out of it okay.

Christian considered his best bet was taking a shower. Now, he wasn't all that shy at being 'in the nude', but rather being 'in the nude' in the public, dirty showers. It was probably full of germs and it wasn't rare for boys to pee in the shower. Shivering, he rejected the idea outright.

Setting the toothpaste on the counter he continued to pack everything up in a bit of a hurry. He wanted to leave a soon a possible. Maybe that would be best. Fleeing the scene before he got his ass kicked.
After he packed and zipped up everything he washed his hands a wiped on them on a paper towel. Kicking himself internally once again for what he had said earlier.

[Sarah]

Needless to say, Claude was especially surprised when the testosterone rule was not only surpassed, but stomped upon as well. Claude wasnt a stickler for rules, but even he abided by the laws of society, for the most part. You didnt make a scene of yourself; You didnt walk around naked; Didnt call a guy a dick to his face or anything that could get your ass beat in.

Chris must not have got the memo.

At the long lecture, Claude rose his brows, looking at the boy. Was he serious? Talking down to him like he was a babysitter, and Claude was a mere stubborn 6 year old.

He didnt think so.

But, no need to start a rumble over a guy being a little overly zealous, right? Claude slung the shirt he was formally wearing to the ground, and leaned forward to the mirror, rubbing his hand over his jaw where stubble invaded. He hated shaving. It was too much trouble, but he didnt want a full beard either. So, he pulled out his own shaving cream, a cheap-o generic brand, naturally, and a razor. However, he put the razor down, and took the toothpaste from Chris.

"Thanks..." he said wearily, but chucked the tube into the trash. He was independent, and could handle himself. "But no thanks," he said again, leaning forward to the mirror as he squirted white foam into his hand, and smoothed over his chin.

[Miss Murder]

Christian would be lying if he said he wasn't a little hurt when Claude chucked the tube into the trash. However, his optimism clicked in, "I guess you don't like that flavor, huh? My Gram used to by this nasty kind that tasted like plaster. It was awful," he said brightly as he packed his mouth wash. "I had to use it, but man I can't tell you how many times I wanted to toss it. Then," he said now grabbing his floss and stretching it out to a good length. "I finally told her I hated it and she said, plug your nose and pretend it is any flavor you like. Look at the bright side - you won't taste it until you unplug your nose!" laughing the boy spun two loops of floss across each finger.

Flossing between each tooth he saw from the corner of his eye Claude began to wipe the white cream onto his face. Christian was at total defeat. What was he supposed to do now? It was obvious he didn't have any stubble, in fact his face was as soft as a baby's butt. Oh god, give me testosterone he begged silently. It was a bit awkward with him flossing, unable to talk, and being at complete defeat. He was going to break out in tears.

Christian knew he should have done his business in his dorm, but then he was figured no one would be down in the public bathrooms at this time of night. Bad luck. Well, the best Chris could do was make the most of the situation he was in. Claude didn't seem like a terribly aggressive person, but then what did he know? Finishing his flossing he walked over to the trash can and tossed it. "So what grade are you in?" he asked if he had not known, "I'm a first year. I just transferred a little while ago. Starting the school year a bit late. It's a challenge, but I'm up for it," he nodded into the mirror. Christian, being a natural blabber continued on, "my name is Christian Andrews. Do you come down here often? This is my first night. I figured no one would be down here," he laughed a bit uncomfortably.

He waited for Claude to reply and brushed his hair quietly. Looking down at his feet he noticed a large, long legged spider. With a screech he launched himself towards Claude's side of the bathroom sinks. "Gahhh," he said his feet pumping into the air like he was doing a high kick. "Spider!" he cried. Oh, how he loathed spiders. The way they crawled and appeared. Everything, was disgusting. Standing far away form the sink he was just at he didn't even look at Claude. Okay, so he had done it now. It was over. He lost, majorly.

[Sarah]

Claude started to shave after chucking the toothpaste. He didnt expect the boy to say anymore, being snubbed. But, he spoke anyway, and Claude wasn't sure why. He was so bright and peppy. Claude didnt really need to break this boy down-- he didnt want to-- but he was going to annoy him. An optimist and a pessimist? They were like warm and cold fronts colliding, before they twisted out of control in a raging tornado.

"No, I didn't like the flavor," Claude agreed to maybe shut the boy up. Why the hell did he care about the other kid's grandma? Claude really didnt give a shit. But, he couldnt even tell you what kind of toothpaste the boy had given him.

Claude could feel the other's eyes fall on him when he started to shave, but Claude didnt think of it much. He wasnt sure if the gaze was of envy, or admiration. He smiled weakly through the mirror. "You'll get it later," He murmured, able to tell what the boy was thinking. So what if he had stubble... it wasn't as 'cool' as anyone thought. It was just more work. And, besides, even if the kid was getting on his nerves, Claude didnt have to go into pyscho mode just yet. He was remotely calm for once.

"I'm third year. I've only been here a couple of months," Claude shrugged, swiping off another bit of white along his jaw with the blade, taking the little hairs with it. "I'm Claude Kepp. And... I guess." He shrugged once. "I let my roommate use the dorm bathroom more." It was a weird question to be turned on him- to ask if he came here lately. What was Chris thinking-- that they could be "Bathroom buddies"?

With the screech, Claude jumped too, then swore loudly. "Fuck!" He hissed, having knicked himself with the razor. To find out it was only a spider, Claude couldnt help but glare, his hand over the cut. It burned beneath his fingers. Whatever slack he had been cutting the boy before, was gone. He muttered to himself, then smacked the spider with his hand that wasn't being used. He washed his one hand. "It was just a damn spider," He muttered, moving his other hand to look at his cut.

[Miss Murder]

Christian jumped yet again as Claude swore. He was absolutely right. It was just a spider and he had no reason to be freaking out in such a way. He was such a fool. Ashamed he glanced at Claude to see him holding his face. Had he cut himself? His suspicion was confirmed when he moved his hand from his face.

Without thinking Christian reached into his back pocket and pulled out a first aid kit. First taking out the antibiotic cream he grabbed quickly unscrewed the cap as Claude checked out the cut. "Here," he said and gently put a dab of it on Claude's cheek while his hand was away. Christian rubbed it in with his right hand and with his left he picked up a bandaid, tore it open with his teeth, and placed it on the cut. Pressing the bandaid to the wound he nodded in approval.

Quietly packing up everything Christian felt a bit embarrassed at his instinct to clean up the wound. More over it surprised him that he actually touched someone else's blood. Looking down at his finger he saw that the other boy's blood was on it. Turning on the sink he rinsed it off and continued to pack. Snapping the first aid kit shut he slid it in his back pocket again.

Backing away, Christian waited in aspiration for what he had in store. He was expecting it to say the least. He had screeched like a little girl a spider, made a boy cut himself, and rubbed cream on his wound and smacked a bandaid on there. He was dead. The testosterone rule was completely broken. There was no way to pick up the mess Christian had managed to create. "Sorry," he said waiting for punishment.

[Sarah]

Claude was more than surprised when he leaned towards the mirror, about to rip off a little bit of tissue to put over the cut, and Chris beat him to it. Not only beat him to it, but beat him a hundred times with it. Okay... caring gesture, but completely uncalled for. What next?! Was he going to kiss it better too? Claude blinked, blue eyes wide as he stared at the boy as he washed his hands.

"What the fuck?" He murmured to himself, unable to hold it back at all. Some things just happened, like Christian's instinct to clean the wound. In return, you got Claude's baffled response.

Claude still stared at him, then turned to look in the mirror. Well, no damage was done, right? Well, rather, damage had been done, and cleaned up. After a moment, hearing Chris' words, Claude closed his eyes, shaking his head once to himself. He couldnt believe this had really happened. He rinsed off his razor and started shaving the other side of his face again.

[Miss Murder]

When Claude swore Christian flinched a tiny bit. When other boy closed his eyes for a moment before continuing to shaving Christian sighed in relief. Was his heart still beating? It had to be. Moving back toward his sink he glanced at the floor to make sure the spider didn't have a friend. The other boy said his name was Claude Kepp. Wondering if he should say something more Christian picked up his brush.

Should he just go? He seemed to be a bother to the older boy. He had even made him cut himself. Feeling a little down Christian put the brush away and reached for his baggie. When he got back to his room he'd properly wash his hands to get all the bacteria off. He didn't want AIDS or anything.
Before he had left for Eddingborough his mother, in all her loving care, had informed him of the risks. It was possible, though highly unlikely, that the kids would be doing drugs. Therefore, she had told Christian to be very aware and of course made him get several vaccines.

Hating needles, his mother had clawed her nails into his arm to stop him from hopping out of the chair. She was a harsh, caring mother. He could say he respected her a lot, and even feared her a little. Starting to feel homesick already he thought of his two little sisters, Elle and Daphne. They were probably completely torn up that he was gone. (Meanwhile his sisters are jumping on his bed) His entire family had supported him in everything and what ever he did. That was why he need to work hard and earn a friend.

Pulling out a bar of antibacterial soap he washed his hands. Apply it to his face as well he let the faucet water run as he washed his face and hands. Even if Claude and him were far from a good first impression he'd convince the boy otherwise. Christian was just a regular teenager.

[Sarah]

This guy is messed up... Claude's thoughts ran on endlessly. But within him, he also argued with himself. He was.... he was trying to be nice... He reasoned. Really, Chris was just overly out-going... and it freaked the third year out. Mainly, because Claude knew he would never be like that-- not to an older kid. He could remember himself when he would have been a first year-- had he been at Eddingborough. He had just shot up, but was still pretty baby faced.

And so, Claude figured that took balls. Talking, even attempting real conversation with an older guy. It didnt really work, but he at least tried, right? He didnt know why he had a soft spot towards the guy, but he did. He'd go easy on him.

Sculpting his little bit of stubble he had, Claude smirked to himself. He normally was stupid when he was by himself. It wasnt that he had forgotten about Chris, but didnt care what he thought. With the razor, he shaped the wanna-be beard to look like a handle bar mustache, rolling his eyes to himself, though still smiling silently.

Easily, he shaved off the two curls at the ends near his lips, and shaped it into a Hitler-stache. He rinsed the blade under the warm water, and went at his face again, making some other stupid design.

Somewhere, under all the testosterone, Claude was only a kid.

[snarky]

"Shit" was the barely audible word coming from a tall, lanky boy, hidden behind shower curtains around the corner of the bathroom. He had turned off the water as soon as he had heard someone walk in to use the bathroom, hoping that they would leave soon. But of course, as usual luck was not on his side. Some other student just happened to want to use the same bathroom, and of course they decided that they had to talk, no matter how unwilling one of the parties was.
He has stood in the shower, not sure what to do for nearly 20 minutes, listening to the pair's rather comical conversation. A few minutes into his eavesdropping, his stomach dropped as he recognized one of the two voices. Claude. Seriously??? he thought acidly, his jaw clenching as he remembered their last encounter, obviously ending in a fight about god knows what. He rolled his eyes some, grabbing his only towel and carelessly drying his hair, leaving a tangled mess ontop of his head. He'd brush it as soon as he got back to his dorm...

In the mean time, he had to put some clothes on. He grabbed the pair of checkered boxer shorts he had brought along with him, slipping into them easily. He looked around, biting his bottom lip uneasily as he looked for the shirt he could've sworn he had brought along.
"aw shit" he muttered quietly, the sound barely echoing around the shower stall. Of course he would've forgotten his shirt, the one day that other people actually came into this forgotten bathroom. He swore under his breath, a hand absentmindedly trailing across one of the longer scars that decorated his chest. He had always been rather self consious about that, not only because it was stupid how he had gotten them, but whenever someone saw them he always had to answer a barrage of questions shot at him, and it was very disheartening. He would rather not deal with it.

Forcing himself to stay cool about it, he casually stepped out of the shower, opening the curtains noisily, just to announce his presence. Mostly to do something with his hands, he busied himself with drying his already tangled hair as he walked around the corner, wanting it to lool like he had just finished taking a shower, and that he hadnt even noticed the other two had come in here. He raised a brow as he saw Christian, holding back a sneer when he glanced over at Claude. "You two having fun bonding?" he asked casually, trying to keep the edgy tone out of his voice.

[Miss Murder]

Christian was unsure what to do when Claude didn't say anything. He seemed focused in shaving. The room seemed oddly silent, like something was missing, and that was when Christian finally realized one of the showers had been running. He had never been all that observant, but then how could he not notice a shower was running?

He waited, in anticipation, for the boy to come out. Hopefully, he would be a first year like Christian and save him for the awkwardness. Maybe, he would be someone Christian happened to meet. However, the only person, besides Claude, that he had really meant was Mr. Borger and he sure hoped it wasn't him. When the curtains were nosily pushed aside Christian watched from the corner of his eye as the boy emerged from the shower.

He seemed small enough to be a first year or maybe even a second. Either way, it was better than him being a third year! This would balance out the testosterone rule if he could get him on his side. He shot the boy a pleading glance as he walked by the pair like he didn't know they were there. When he finally stopped and asked how Claude and him were getting along. Christian smiled in hope. People weren't all that bad, were they!

Getting a good look at him, only now, Christian saw he had the scars on his chest. Curiosity won him over as he walked over to Klint and ran his finger over the longest scar. Not even considering the fact he was touching some other kid's chest, but rather was engrossed in the scar itself. "This wasn't treated properly, was it?" he asked not even looking up at Klint's probably 'WTF' face. "Here," said Christian reaching into his back pocket with the had he had just touched him with, "I have this. It works great to get rid of scars. It might work miracles on yours!"
Holding out the ointment to Klint he felt a bit awkward. Again, he found himself on auto-idiot. Why did he do this without thinking? Smiling warily he waited for his reaction. Oh ho, Chris was having a great night...

[Sarah]

The shower in the background had only fallen upon deaf ears in Claude's case. It was just something that was non-existant to him-- because he didn't care. Only, had he known that it was Klint Acker in that very stall he would have cared more so.

Images of their last encounter only flickered through his brain from time to time. Being in a particularly foul mood, Claude's afternoon had already been blasphymous before Klint came around with his own unstable state to intermingle with Claude's. The end result of course had not been pretty, as any baphoon could have guessed. And so, their already treacherous relationship had only blossomed into further destruction and distaste.

It was only obviously a mutual feeling.

Hearing the wet pitter-pat of feet on the grimy bathroom floor, Claude's focus moved from shaving alone to paying sincere attention to whom it would be that would spring into his and Chris' little mishap of a conversation. But, a scowled touched his still shaving cream spreaded face when he glanced through the mirror, to see the shorter boy. "Dammit," he hissed under his breath, his lips barely moving. He focused his eyes--now solidified from a liquid saphire to a hardened gem-- onto his face in the mirror again. He'd hurry up before anything else could happen.

But, that little comment, Claude wasn't going to let go. He rose his brows innocently, and shrugged. "Bonding? If you consider personal hygiene as any form of bonding-- and if you do, you're more messed up than I thought." He said the comeback civilly, though it was clearly intended to be taken as a shot.

"Have fun jacking off in the shower, shorty?" He asked coolly. It was a weak insult, but Claude would take it. "Didn't leave any semen in there, did you? I'm sure Chrissy doesn't want AIDs from you." He smirked cruelly, unknowing of how the comment could be turned to affect the youngest boy

However, the youngest of the three was busy tracing over the middle-boy's scars. Claude rose his brows, his expression being the same as Klint's. What the hell was that kid's problem? Claude couldn't help but snort. "You got any treatment for the clap in that pocket of yours?" He asked easily. "Because I'm more than certain that Acker's in need of some of that more than scar clean up shit." he shrugged, still smirking.