April 11, 2016.
It's been almost a week, six days to be more exact, and I've slowly gotten over my disgust of seeing Rolento's nude body out of the shower. As squeamish as I am about nudity, I guess I have to agree that it was only a matter of time before I would've walked in on him like that. After all, we share a rather small space together with one bathroom. I'm just lucky I can temporarily turn invisible when I come out of the shower.
This morning, as I'm getting dressed, I spot Rolento's default programmed outfit laid out on his bunk, just as I've gotten my leggings on over my underpants. I try to imagine what it'd look like on me, but before I can even proceed to try it on, Rolento emerges from the bathroom wearing only his boxers. He smiles at me as he grabs the clothes on the bed.
"How are you this fine morning?" he asks as he slips his shirt on over his muscular torso.
"I'm fine. What about you?" I casually reply, stealing a glance at the be