Post-Bellum or something (p)

"Thank the gods, me either. I rather swoon anyone in the privacy of my own barrack." He agreed. Being Centurion of the fourth cohort had it's perks like having semi-private living courters. The son of Pomona closed his eyes again and started to slowly wash himself in his body wash. "...Maybe I'll check it. At least I won't get drugged and be taken advantage of." Said Chadwick as he washed his chest. He smelled like cinnamon.

Chadwick grinned. He had a point. For the rest of his cohort, they didn't have much privacy except for the lucky ones who were positioned on the corners. The son of Pomona looked over at Anders. "I'd like that, Pederson. At least I'll have you inhere with me if things go wrong." He didn't plan on things going south, but he never could be too prepared.

Chadwick smirked. "I'll appreciate that a lot." He looked over at Anders and chuckled. "To be honest, I rather make a homemade peach cobbler than anything." He told him truthfully. The son of Pomona loved to cook. It was one of his many hobbies that he enjoyed doing. "...I hear they have different nights. Like, Twink Tuesdays, Bottom Night, Top Night, Vers Night, Trans Thursdays." He snorted, shaking his head. "I'd love to get drinks on bottom's night."

OOC: I fail

BIC: "What nights do you go?" Chadwick asked as he continued to wash himself. He raised his arms to get underneath his arm pits, because they reeked, and down the rest of his body. The Centurion sighed peacefully and glanced over at Anders again. "Come on, spill." He smiled a bit. "I'm no son of Fama, but I still like getting to know my comrades."

"Ohhh." Chadwick chuckled. "I see. I'm just going to assume that you're verse." He paused and looked over at Anders again. "A centurion shouldn't be having these kinds of discussions with their fellow cohort mates, but I'm guessing you're not going to tell anyone." Well, at least he hoped he didn't. That wouldn't look good for him.

"Mr. Important?" He raised his eyebrows at the son of Apollo's name for him. "Gods, I hope you're joking." Chadwick chuckled a bit and stood up and walked out of the water before wrapping a towel loosely around his waist. "Ready for the next bath?"

Chadwick would be lying if he said that he didn't peak that Anders'...sword. It wasn't his fault though, blame the normalization of nudity in Roman culture. And his bisexuality, but, y'know. Chadwick grabbed his things and walked along the side of the bath before they were in another bath. This one was cooler and less painful. Chadwick slipped into the water after taking off his towel and sighed. "Ahhh, this feels better."

The son of Pomona sighed again and just soaked in the warm water of the tepidarium. "You're from Norway, right? How was your life before the wolves took you to the House of Lupa?" Chadwick asked curiously. He scratched the side of his neck before slowly dropping his hand back into the water.

Chadwick listened to Anders talk about his life in Bodo, Norway. It sounded like an interesting city. "I noticed your twitch, but I never said anything about it." Chadwick told him, turning his body so that he was looking at Anders.

Chadwick smirked. "You don't have to apologize to me, Pederson. I understand. I'm bitter about a lot of things too even though I don't show it." He smiled a bit and looked the son of Apollo over. He kept his eyes from wandering below the water line and instead, turned his gaze to the wall design of the bath house. Chadwick decided to let the guy have some peace and quiet.

After ten minutes, Chadwick stood up from the bath and walked back up to the edge of the bath and this time, didn't put the towel around his waist. He grabbed his things and nodded his head. "Ready to freeze our asses off?"

Chadwick looked glanced over his shoulder briefly to see that Anders was checking him out. With a smirk, he turned back forward. "I know my ass bounces perfectly when I walk, but that doesn't give you the right to stare, Pederson." The son of Pomona teased. He put his things down and stared into the water. He really hated this part of the bathing process, but it was necessary to close his pores so that he didn't get sick. "...You go first."