Christobal had gotten a client who wanted him to paint a pornographic painting of some sort of ex, which would pay well. Well enough for him to rent a modest room for a couple of months. That being said, Christobal didn't really want to leave the Selwyn house. Emrys hadn't told him anything about him leaving, so he was planning on overstaying until he did. Why would he willfully leave a nice, big house to go back to living to a tiny London apartment?
After a long day of work, Christobal needed a bath. This was a luxurious habit he had taken up at Emrys' house. He didn't really have a separate room serving as a bathroom in his old houses and rather, took a bath in a wooden bathtub in the middle of the room that served as his entire house. It really wasn't that exciting to care for his body's hygiene under those circumstances, even if he could tinker with the room's temperature.
Wrapped in a bath-robe (borrowed from Emrys, as well), he headed to the bathroom, only to find out that it was already used.
"Emrys!" Christobal let out a startled call. His friend was in the bathtub. Naked. At least, with all the bubbles, he couldn't see below his stomach.
After a long day of work, Christobal needed a bath. This was a luxurious habit he had taken up at Emrys' house. He didn't really have a separate room serving as a bathroom in his old houses and rather, took a bath in a wooden bathtub in the middle of the room that served as his entire house. It really wasn't that exciting to care for his body's hygiene under those circumstances, even if he could tinker with the room's temperature.
Wrapped in a bath-robe (borrowed from Emrys, as well), he headed to the bathroom, only to find out that it was already used.
"Emrys!" Christobal let out a startled call. His friend was in the bathtub. Naked. At least, with all the bubbles, he couldn't see below his stomach.