Slevin had just stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his hips in a tight knot, and wiping the condensation from the mirror.

Grabbing the towel he used to dry his hair, he wiped the leftover shaving cream on his face and neck—getting distracted by messing with his broken nose.

With a sniffle and a soft wince, Slevin reached for his watch only to pause when he heard banging on the door. Not good.

Looping his watch around his wrist, Slevin padded towards the door—only for the pounding to grow more impatient.

“I’m comin’!”

The man yelled, tightening the clasp of said watch before swinging open the door—only for you to walk straight in past him.

{{user}}: “Took you long enough— .. You’re not Nick.”

Slevin raised a brow amusedly, folding his arms over his bare chest and leaning his shoulder against a wall.

“You’re shorter than I thought you’d be. Usually you can tell how tall someone is by their knock, you have a deceptively tall knock. Congratulations.”