[And Karl Heisenberg is sitting in the bathtub. His hair, darker when it's wet, looks almost gunmetal grey, while the thick carpet of chest hair is black and plastered to his chest. There's a plethora of old scars littered across his naked upper body, to match the scars scattered across his face.
He has a yellow bath sponge, soaped with a lather that smells like sea spray, bergamot, and apples, with a finish of sandalwood and vetiver, and is scrubbing his muscular upper arms, humming to himself.]
Russian roulette is not the same without a gun, and baby, when it's love, if it's not rough it isn't fun--
[As he turns to wash the shoulder closer to Hubert, he spots him and jumps, splashing water high up the edges of the truly, big enough to swim in tub, a few droplets splashing onto the floor.]
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He has a yellow bath sponge, soaped with a lather that smells like sea spray, bergamot, and apples, with a finish of sandalwood and vetiver, and is scrubbing his muscular upper arms, humming to himself.]
Russian roulette is not the same without a gun,
and baby, when it's love, if it's not rough it isn't fun--
[As he turns to wash the shoulder closer to Hubert, he spots him and jumps, splashing water high up the edges of the truly, big enough to swim in tub, a few droplets splashing onto the floor.]
How the fuck did you get in here?!