Doff

I pride myself in belonging to a small, elite group of gentlemen, who make bathing a diurnal habit here in the ISB. With an intention to reinforce my membership in this clan, I sleepily entered my bathroom in the small hours of the morn, (read: 0900 a.m.) wrapped in my towel when I found that the rack to keep the clothes was filled with those of my quad-mate. Stepping out, I found him coming out of his room. In a rather casual way I asked, "Dude. Can you please take your clothes off?"

Well. The (indecent) request took him by a whirl. I believe he sensed imminent danger, and prepared to defend. He stood rooted to the spot, leaned forward slightly, lowered his head a bit like the felines you see in wildlife channels do just before setting off on their prey, and gave me a cold, fixated stare. Completely missing to gauge the situ, I blinked at him like an innocent kid and repeated my request, but this time though, had the sense to point towards the general direction of the rack. Presently, thankfully he "saw through" my proposal. Easing his attacking stance, sensing that the danger has passed, he went over and took his clothes off, (from the rack, of course) and gave me a smiling nod.

There was deafening silence for a mo and then we both were laughing our tummies out. Phew! Some start for the day.