The Showers

Viktor laughed at the nicknames. "You know vot? On second though, I von't use them to his face. He might kill me." He took the cloth from Fabian's hand, smiling gratefully as he did so and wiped off his face. "Thanks," he said as he handed back the cloth. "Fabian Prewett: Fashion Designer, Hairdresser, Auror, and future Quidditch Player in training. You sure do have a lot of backups, don't you?"

Fabian nodded happily. "Naturally. I am, as they say, a man of many talents. And being a well-rounded individual is good, so I hear. But I would also love to travel, you know? I mean, that's what I'm so excited about with this internship. The guy I work for travels, like, all over the world! Mainly Europe, but still."

"That sounds awesome, Fabian! Traveling is really fun. Ve do a lot of that for Quidditch during the season. The training takes place in Bulgaria vich is amazing too. You'll love it ven you come out there to visit us," he said with a happy smile.

"I am so excited. Expect me to intrude upon you every holiday. Well, almost every holiday. Mother and Father will most likely want me home the majority of the time and I'm sure you guys will want alone time... But still. EXPECT ME TO VISIT." he nodded and set on shampooing for the second time.

"Ve'll be expecting you," he said happily. "You do know I can cook, right? I'll make sure you don't go hungry ven you come to visit because I really have no idea if Regulus has ever so much as touched an oven-- Are you shampooing me again?"

"Yes, sir!" he chirps. "It helps in making it cleaner. But, sometimes it dries it out, so we'll moisturize as well. Don't you worry!" he smiles.

"Vait- Are you saying my hair isn't clean? Because although it may not be soft and fabulous like yours, it is definitely alvays clean," he says defensively, but it's obvious that he's kidding about being angry because he could never actually get mad at Fabian.

Fabian, knowing that Viktor was just kidding, played along. "Yes, Viktor, that is precisely what I am saying. I mean, you must have dozens of maggots and mites buzzing around in here." he paused. "Well, naturally you don't, because I would have known if you did, and if you did I wouldn't speak to you until you got some sort of prescribed medication for it because Fabian Prewett is NOT getting lice, thank-you-very-much." he said as he rinsed Viktor's hair.

Viktor rolls his eyes and laughs. "Oh yeah? Vell, I von't give you lice, but I can't promise that I von't get you a little vet," he said with a smirk before turning around to splash Fabian in the face.

Fabian's eyes widened and he looked at his hair. "Oh. No. You. Didn't." he said, picking up the shower head that he had been using to rinse Viktor's hair and spray Viktor in the face. He smiled widely. "That's how Fabian plays. Mmhmm."

Viktor sputters and spits out the water before mock glaring at Fabian. "Oh yeah? Vell this is how Viktor plays," he says with a smirk before grabbing shirtless Fabian's hand and pulling him into the tub with him, soaking him completely.

Fabian spluttered and blinked before breaking out into a loud laugh. At the moment, the fact that his hair was wet and his clothing were ruined escaped his mind, as did the fact that HE WAS IN THE TUB WITH SHIRTLESS VIKTOR KRUM. He splashed Viktor in the face once more. "Take that!" he giggled.

Viktor laughed and grabbed the shower head that Fabian had dropped, using it to spray Fabian in the face like he had done to him moments ago. "Haven't you learned not to mess vith Viktor Krum?"

YO MY BRO REALLY GETS AROUND, EH? YOU GO VIKTOR.

OH THANKS.
I'M JUST TRYING TO HAVE A GOOD TIME.
YOU KNOW HOW IT IS.

Fabian grinned evilly, grabbed his wand (which was conveniently nearby) and summoned his trusty pink, sparkly Super Soaker. "Hasta la Vista, baby," he said in his lowest voice before spraying Viktor in the face.

Viktor laughs and uses his strong arms to pull the gun from Fabian's hands. "No fair. I vould call that cheating, dear Fabian," he said before shooting Fabian in the heart with the water gun.

Fabian clenches his heart dramatically and falls to his knees. "You've... killed me!" he gasps, falling to the foot of the tub. However, when he did so, he fell forward and on top of Viktor. He clutched the edge of the tub to avoid touching Viktor and looked up to see that their faces were only inches away.

Viktor fell back as Fabian slipped and fell into him, very much aware of how close their faces were. He'd only have to lean in a few inches if he wanted to kiss Fabian right now- Wait, why was he even thinking that? He had Regulus. He loved Regulus, right? "Um. So, my hair is finished now, yes?" he said as he helped Fabian and himself out of the tub.

Fabian noticed just how red his face was as he stepped out of the tub. "Oh. Well, we're done with the washing, but there's still gels and drying and stuff, you know..." he said, not meeting Viktor's eyes.

Viktor nodded, still looking down at the ground as he did so before bringing himself to look up at Fabian's quaffley red face. "Right. Shall I er- summon a chair or something?"

Fabian nodded. "Yes-erm... Yeah. Sorry. Course. We should do that. Okay, sit in the chair and lemme grab my hair dryer."

Viktor nods as he summons over a chair. He sits in it and waits for a lap dance Fabian to do his hair. "Sorry about just now. Didn't mean to mess up your hair."

Fabian shrugged it off. "It was inevitable, really. No problem. Now sit still and be warned--this will smell a little weird." he said and put a cream into Viktor's hair and let it sit for a moment before rinsing it out. "Okay, now we can start drying!"

"Dry? Fabian, there's nothing to dry. Do you not see the lack of hair on my head?"