𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~ Lestappen

The Great Washroom Incident

Max was having a perfectly ordinary day. The kind of day where nothing exciting happens . Little did he know, chaos was about to walk right out of the washroom—half-naked and dripping wet.

Max had just finished brewing a cup of coffee when he heard the distinct sound of shuffling feet. He turned to see Charles, his roommate and perpetual source of baffling behavior, emerging from the washroom. But this wasn't just any casual stroll. No, Charles was in a state that could only be described as "post-shower confusion."

Charles stood there, as if trying to solve a riddle that only made sense to him. His hair was plastered to his head, water droplets rolling down his face like he was auditioning for a shampoo commercial. But the pièce de résistance? He was wearing nothing but a towel. A towel that seemed to have lost its primary function of covering things up.

"Charles!" Max yelped, nearly spilling his coffee. "What in the name of all that is decent are you doing?"

Charles blinked slowly, as if Max had asked him to explain quantum physics. "I… uh… forgot my clothes," he finally mumbled, sounding genuinely puzzled by this turn of events.

Max stared at him, trying to process the situation. "You… forgot your clothes? How do you forget your clothes, Charles? It's a pretty crucial part of the showering process!"

Charles shrugged, the movement almost causing his towel to abandon ship. "I guess I was just really focused on getting clean. You know, priorities."

Max couldn't help but laugh. "Priorities? So, cleanliness over clothes? Bold strategy."

Charles scratched his head, which only made his hair stick out in even more directions. "Well, when you put it that way, it does sound a bit… off."

"A bit?" Max chuckled. "You’re basically one towel mishap away from starring in your own horror movie. ‘The Attack of the Nude Roommate.’"

Charles looked down at himself and finally seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation. "Yeah… this isn't my finest moment, is it?"

"No, but it’s definitely one of your most memorable," Max grinned, reaching for his phone. "Mind if I take a picture for posterity?"

Charles' eyes widened in horror. "Max, no! I’ll be a meme in five minutes!"

Max waved him off. "Relax, I wouldn’t do that. But seriously, man, how do you forget your clothes? It’s not like they just vanish into thin air."

Charles sighed and shook his head. "I don’t know. I was just really into the shower. It was, like, a spiritual experience."

Max raised an eyebrow. "A spiritual experience? What, did the shower water start preaching to you?"

"No, but it was… really warm," Charles said defensively.

Max burst out laughing again. "You’re impossible. Just get back in there and put some clothes on before I have to burn that towel."

Charles gave a sheepish grin and shuffled back toward the washroom, one hand firmly holding onto the towel like his life depended on it. As he disappeared behind the door, Max shook his head in disbelief.

Somehow, life with Charles was never boring. And while he didn’t get his picture for posterity, the image of a half-naked Charles, dripping wet and confused, was definitely burned into his memory forever.

Max took a sip of his coffee, still chuckling to himself. "Priorities," he muttered under his breath. "Only Charles… only Charles."