Date: 2009-04-24 05:50 am (UTC)
It didn't take long for House to finish up in the shower. The whole fucking room smelled like mango, he was convinced. Or maybe the damn scent was just stuck in his nose. He couldn't tell. Either way, he felt like the smell was all over him, and he felt like a damn moron. Foreman was going to just love this, the bastard. As he hauled himself out of the shower, he looked around for another towel. Just Foreman's. Already used. And damp. Yeah, that was going to do him a lot of good. He didn't have to wander very far to find a linen closet and a fresh towel, which he stole for himself, dried himself off, and hung it on the rack next to Foreman's. He was forced to use Foreman's deodorant, which did not go very well with the mango scent. Not like it mattered. He hoped the stronger smell of the deodorant would drown out the damn mango. Maybe.

House made his way back into the bedroom, his eyes falling on Foreman's dresser. His own clothes were still in the kitchen, and it was too far to go just to get them. Foreman was busy with changing the sheets--of course, the freak--and House crept over to the dresser and started pulling out clothes as if they were his. Boxers. T-shirt. The same pants he'd stolen last time. Maybe the smell of Foreman's clothes would help cover that mango even more. It was as good a plan as he was going to come up with, besides soaking his hair with Foreman's cologne, and House went to a chair in the room and pulled on the clothes, refusing to look at Foreman until he'd gotten everything on.
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