(closed starter for magneticgecko)
Steam wafted around the gigantic bathroom is hazy clouds, causing Zak’s short hair to curl around his temples and the nape of his neck as he crouched chin-deep in the heated water. His own bathroom was currently being…what did Gek say? Remodeled? Yes, that was it, remodeled. Which meant that, for a few days at least, Zeph and him were to use one of the numerous spare baths in the empty suites around the mansion.
Now, this would not have been an issue, if it had not been for the fact that he could hear voices in the empty room attached to the bath-area he was currently using….
“Damnu`…” Zak swore in Aeric-tongue, peeking over the rim of the tub towards the door, and then at the towel-rack across the room as he mentally cursed himself up and down for not snatching up a towel before he got in. The voices droned on in incomprehensible tones on the other side of the exit, and while Zak could pick out Gek’s voice easily enough, the other one that he detected was unfamiliar.
Becoming desperate as the seconds ticked by and the voices didn’t leave, Zak contemplated just making a break for it. There was another door he could escape through, but he was hesitant to climb out of the bubbly water and then get caught while halfway to the towel-rack…
But he couldn’t sit there forever, either. A quick look at the clock on the wall told him that he still had an hour before he had to be at the coffee-shop, but he liked to be at least twenty minutes or so early so that he could get settled before Lucy showed up…
“Nuuuuuhhhhhhh…..” Zakit groaned into the water, causing it to bubble up around his lips as he warred with himself. After another moment or so, he forced himself to climb out of the steaming water, shaking water droplets from his wings and tail as he dashed for the rack.
What he did not anticipate was his feet slipping on the tile floor, which was clearly not made for running on with wet feet, and collapsing with a loud ‘thump’.
“Eeyah!” Zak yelped in pain at the hard impact and then froze in place.
The voices in the adjoining bedroom went silent for a moment, the only sounds registering being the rhythmic trickle of water dripping off Zak’s body and hitting the tile, and the erratic pounding of his heartbeat in his chest. His mind whirled as he contemplated what to do. Should he keep going for the towels and then dash out, hoping that he’d be fast enough? Or should he jump back in the tub before anyone could see him, since it was closer?
The muffled sound of the voice that Zak hadn’t been able to identify started up again, this time right outside the door. Letting out a strangled yelp, Zak scrambled for the tub in a panic. He managed to reach the edge just as the door-handle turned, but slipped in his haste and ended up plunging face-first into the water…