Post by HYUK "HUGO" YOUN on Aug 20, 2016 17:34:09 GMT -8
rest your bones with me
“This was worth it.” Hugo muttered to himself as hot water pelted his chest, massaging his aching muscles. He closed his eyes and leaned forward to get his hair beneath the shower head. The steam blanketed his skin and he felt sublime—calling his shower 'cozy' would’ve been an understatement. “Yup, I definitely deserved this.” He sighed as the tension melted away and his fingers worked through his hair to apply the shampoo.
It had been another week at Masquerade Academy and Saturday finally graced the students with its presence. Although many had chosen to sleep in, Hugo was up at around seven for his morning run. Afterwards, he attended his own chores: sorted his laundry, tidied his desk and disposed of any trash that caught his wandering eye. Later, once his roommates were awake, the shifter planned to vacuum their floor. Hugo didn’t particularly mind cleaning. After all, it had been his routine for the past few years and one of the first pieces of advice he received after entering the dorms.
Take care of the little things if you intend to survive.
Hugo gave another euphoric sigh before twisting the shower handle. The droplets trickled to a stop and he dried himself off with his towel. His choice of morning clothes was quite casual—purple flip flops, a plain white tee and blue basketball shorts. He grabbed his toiletries and dirty clothes before making off to his room and set them down.
It wasn’t long before he found himself in the student lounge. Usually the room would be packed with students, but today it was barely occupied. The furniture was free and only a handful of individuals were located near the kitchen area. Hugo couldn’t help but smile—rarely did the student lounge appeal to him as much as it did today. The lack of people and the occasional sounds of laughter made it peaceful and relaxing.
Without much thought, Hugo sauntered to a couch and fell into it face-first. He splayed out against the cushions and groaned in appreciation. His hair had still been damp from the shower, but he didn’t really care. Flipping himself over, the shifter let out a yawn. Hugo’s head hung over the arm of the couch. “What a morning this is!” he said, particularly to no one. Afterwards, he broke into light hums—taking in the lazy morning, one piece at a time.
It had been another week at Masquerade Academy and Saturday finally graced the students with its presence. Although many had chosen to sleep in, Hugo was up at around seven for his morning run. Afterwards, he attended his own chores: sorted his laundry, tidied his desk and disposed of any trash that caught his wandering eye. Later, once his roommates were awake, the shifter planned to vacuum their floor. Hugo didn’t particularly mind cleaning. After all, it had been his routine for the past few years and one of the first pieces of advice he received after entering the dorms.
Take care of the little things if you intend to survive.
Hugo gave another euphoric sigh before twisting the shower handle. The droplets trickled to a stop and he dried himself off with his towel. His choice of morning clothes was quite casual—purple flip flops, a plain white tee and blue basketball shorts. He grabbed his toiletries and dirty clothes before making off to his room and set them down.
It wasn’t long before he found himself in the student lounge. Usually the room would be packed with students, but today it was barely occupied. The furniture was free and only a handful of individuals were located near the kitchen area. Hugo couldn’t help but smile—rarely did the student lounge appeal to him as much as it did today. The lack of people and the occasional sounds of laughter made it peaceful and relaxing.
Without much thought, Hugo sauntered to a couch and fell into it face-first. He splayed out against the cushions and groaned in appreciation. His hair had still been damp from the shower, but he didn’t really care. Flipping himself over, the shifter let out a yawn. Hugo’s head hung over the arm of the couch. “What a morning this is!” he said, particularly to no one. Afterwards, he broke into light hums—taking in the lazy morning, one piece at a time.
tags @open | 397 words | notes: lazy day~
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