for a few weeks now, Porty had been living with Red….. he had a job to do that night, so he could get a late night shower in while Red was working, he wandered into the bathroom. To his great delight, the bathroom was as luxurious as the rest of the apartment, complete with a fancy looking bathtub with all sorts of nice-smelling soaps. he filled the tub with water, dumping all the soaps and bath salts he could find until bubbles were falling out the tub and clinging to his skin. He sang as he bathed, he had planned to buy some bath stuff that morning, but he got distracted at the store and bought other crap, so he used Red's stuff instead. The scents weren't ones he would go for personally. Red was an apple pie and cinnamon kind of guy, while he preferred coconut, mango, But they were nice, so he wouldn't complain. Red and him had different hair types, so the shampoo and conditioner weren't really made for him, He sunk into the water, a dopey grin on his face as he let himself soak. He left the bathtub an hour or so later, clambering out as water fell off his limbs and onto the bathroom floor. He went to reach for a towel noticing something odd, There weren’t any towels, there were hand towels, but that was really about it. Nothing nearly large enough to dry off his body, that probably made sense. Red was a fire demon. Drying off probably just involved snapping his fingers. now, stripping naked in a laundromat could have him arrested for public indecency. But stripping naked in your own apartment wouldn’t get you arrested. he hummed as he shoved all his clothes into the laundry machine, Then, he skipped out of the bathroom, humming a pop song under his breath. He could get his clothes clean and he could air dry off. Sadly, he couldn’t go back on his couch–he was far too wet for that, and he wouldn’t want to possibly damage his beloved couch. so he hopped onto the kitchen island and laid on his back. The cold marble tile gave his skin a bit of a shock after the hot bath. though his comfort didn’t last long.