Re: July, 2012
"Where the hell are my clothes?" Bobby said... quickly followed by - "Peter." But wait, something fruity lingered in the air. Something that clashed with the smell of man-odorant, it only took a second for Iceman to place it. "Audi." He smiled, and then turned when he heard someone else walk out of a shower. "It’s okay," He exclaimed while his hand rose to stop Sam from panicking. "It was Audi." Bobby told Cannonball, who was probably confused as to why the math teacher was standing naked in the locker room, towel long since discarded. “Give me your pants.” Bobby politely ordered.
"Nah." Sam told him with a slow shake of his head.
"Right." Iceman said, but remembered he was actually a teacher and Scott had warned him about things teachers couldn’t do with underage students around. Streaking being on the list – for some reason. "Alright, jeans or boxers?" Bobby would give a choice.
"Briefs." Sam confirmed and then lifted up his pair.
"Come on, who even wears those." Bobby pouted.
"I like the support... and they make me feel good about myself." Sam confessed, but smirked when he tossed them to the clothes-less one. "I want those back."
"Yeah, thanks." Bobby said, and then quickly put on the underwear. He ran out of the locker and straight toward his room, he only got a few odd looks – luckily sprinting nearly nude in the hall of a school wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d ever done. When he opened the door and slid into his room, he immediately noticed the pile of his clothes on the floor. He smirked and slid off Sam’s (clean) underwear, confident that Gunnar was in one of this summer school classes. "If you wanted me naked... all you had to do was ask." He called to Audi, the person he hoped was in the other room. If not, this could have been the greatest prank ever.