Thread: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy WHO: Matthew Riley and Valentin Graff WHERE: from Valentin's room in the Pegasus dorm to Matt's room, the Ladon dorm WHEN: 21th of May, afternoon
"I got no feel, I got no rhythm, I just keep losing my beeeeeeat..."
After a long shower (20 minutes), Valentin emerged from the shower section, clad in colorful boxer briefs, towelling off his hair, still singing. He didn't often shower in the middle of the day, but this was a special occasion. A very special occasion. He smelled nice, he was clean, and he looked fresh. It wouldn't be because of his personal hygiene.
"I'm OK, I'm alright, I ain't gonna face nooooo defeat..."
Dressed in a large shirt, towel around his shoulders, Valentin went into his room. There, he quickly dressed, picking out the clothes he'd laid out earlier (1 hour and 12 minutes + a call to Garret about which out of the three outfits he'd picked he should wear). A white shirt, with a large, Japanese-styled cherry tree on it. Dark blue jeans that hugged his ass just so. Clunky, bright red kicks -- the lucky ones he'd bought back in Berlin. It wouldn't be because of his clothes. He dressed quickly (5 minutes), and then went over to his dresser, squirting some product out of his hair gel bottle.
"I just gotta get out of this prison cell, one day I'm gonna be free, Lord! Can anybodyyyy fiiiind me somebody to looooove..."
Valentin finished up styling his hair (15 minutes), picked up the bouquet of flowers he'd bought (sixteen cherry-red roses) and then looked at himself in the mirror. He put on his game face. Yes. He looked good. It wouldn't because of his hair. He put on too much of his scent (Armani) and then set on his way, going over to the Ladon dorm.
He didn't quite meet the eye of the few people he ran into, trying to ignore the imploring looks people gave him. This was cool. This was sweet. This was the way he'd want to be asked. He ended up in front of Matt's door, took a deep breath and knocked on the door. When it opened, he said a breathless: "Hi."