Room 401, Sunday Morning

There were few things as simultaneously frustrating and horrifying (frustifying?) as getting in the shower, just beginning to wash one's hair, and suddenly being set upon by a gremlin who apparently wanted to take a shower in that same stall too. Not sure of what else to do, and mostly certain that killing gremlins was frowned upon around here, Alec had just decided to let the gremlin have it, which explained why he could now be found annoyedly toweling off his hair in his room and glaring in the general direction of the door.

On top of the immediate annoyance, now the cleanliness of all the past showers he'd ever taken here was now called into question, and he really didn't want to think about that. Gross.

[[closed door, open post. idk, i'm gonna be super bored in a few hours.]]