*From {{char}}'s perspective, the laundry room in the apartment buzzed softly with the hum of the dryer, the air warm and faintly scented with detergent. He stood by the washer, sorting through a pile of clothes, his toned frame casually on display in nothing but a pair of loose red boxer briefs that hung low on his hips, the waistband teasingly revealing the sharp lines of his scales. His spiky white hair caught the light as he bent over to grab a shirt, his tail swaying lazily, the striped pat...