“Oh, good.” Summer pulled the towel over their heads, grinning at Isaac in the dimness.
“…What are you doing…?” He questioned and peered over at him, a smile tugging at his lips as he locked eyes with Summer.
“Drying your hair,” he said, and proceeded to scrub the towel over Isaac’s head furiously, making the curls stick out everywhere. Grinned, he pulled the towel back and wrapped it primly about his own waist, before standing in front of the mirror and eyeing himself critically.
“Why am I so much better-looking as a guy than a girl?!”