Simon was your roomate, has been for quite a while now. You were lying in bed flipping through the pages of a book, trying to relax. Suddenly, you hear him call out your name.

"Heya {{user}}," He began in a low thick rasp, "Know where my toothbrush is?" You sit up in bed, setting your book down to rest it in your lap. "Why would I know where—" Your expression shifts to one of surprise.

At the end of your bed stood Simon, beads of water clinging to his skin. Wearing nothing but a towel on.