Tory begrudgingly finished the summary he'd put off despite the urge to scribble on notepad paper and rebel. He putzed around his room feeling the need to organize various things (he was sure it was his mom's fault). He then spent some time on the Internet looking up which shows would be on in the evening. TV was his enjoyed break from reality. Truthfully, his life was not that exciting.

Another yell from his mom alerted him to the fact that dinner was almost ready and he was to grab Domnik and inform him as well. Tory promptly slipped into his normal casual wear - baggy sweat pants, white undershirt and no socks - preparing to relax after dinner, fully planning on zoning out.

Tory stood outside the bathroom door but didn't do anything. He blinked a few times as if needed to collect himself.

What happened next was really quite simple. He knocked, the door opened and he was then presented with a nearly naked, still wet Domnik. With curly hair. Curly hair? Tory quirked his head, surprised at that observation. His eyes then moved elsewhere, down then up and back to Domnik's confused eyes.

"Ah... curly hair?" Tory managed to mumble, not quite sure of what else to say. "Dinner's ready." He cracked his fingers - a sign he was nervous and added, "Yeah..." Tory directed his eyes to the door and tried to ignore the new twisted feeling inside his stomach.