And ruin a good thing?

Robin shook off the urge to kill the mood. That would have defeated the entire purpose of what he was doing. He glanced again out the window at the darkened apartment across the tiny gap. The rooms were dark, and from what he could tell completely empty. He shouldn't... He turned, far slower than he usually did. The thought that Viola might be doing exactly what he had done while watching her caused another pulse of blood to flow through his erection, and he turned to the shower carefully.

He stepped in, deliberately leaving the curtain open and angling the head so the water mostly did not splash out of the tiny shower. He glanced to the side... he wouldn't even have to lean back to be visible now. He smirked, and ducked his head under the spray, allowing the water to run down his body in rivulets. His hand ran across his own shoulders, feeling the line of the scar along the left shoulderblade. He ran his hands over his entire body, using the soap to fully clean himself. Actually he was probably doing it a bit too much, he chuckled to himself...

"Been ten years and a thousand tears..." He softly sang in the shower. Yep, he did it. He paused at points, scrubbing his hair carefully, catching a bit of the water in his mouth and swishing it about after a short cough.

After a few more minutes, he stepped out, toweling his hair and body. He looked at the window again, and seeing no reaction, figured he had guessed wrong. Yep, looks like the matinee is an empty house. He glanced at the note again. Well, he wasn't going to be back tonight, and she wanted a show... so, might as well let her know about showtimes. He jotted the note nude, not even bothering to dress before jerking his hand across the page.

Showtimes: 4-430AM (Shower), 5-515 AM, (Back Balcony, Morning Workout) 845-9PM (Bedroom, lights left per request.) Special performances with Lauren by appointment only. With regards to previous engagement this evening, Venue change was needed due to volume concerns. Morning shows will be cancelled tomorrow, but will resume Sunday.

P.s. Lauren thinks you're beautiful too.

He pulled his shorts and shirt on quickly, returning to his room after flicking off the switches. He noted that Viola's window was still dark, so he quickly left the note in the manner to which they had become familiar. The wind had died down a little, but he still replaced a small portion of the tape.

For a moment he thought about it, but then gently tapped twice on the window, before sliding back into his own room and lowering the pane. Time to actually do the schedule he'd written her...