Bobby turned his attention from the the pair, deeming them both at fault, even though Laine went to defend herself- a proud and satisfying smile smearing across his face as he looked at her; Bobby showing zero hesitation in walking away.
"Way to throw me under the bus." he accused, bending to pick his boxers off the floor, flinging them over his shoulder as he leaned against the wooden frame post to his room.
"Like what you see?" Caleb poked, the fabric snug tight around his bottom half leaving the viewer a generous view.
He made it to his dresser where he was pulling out a pair of his black boxer briefs, forgoing the towel entirely as he pulled the tight cloak up around his waist, everything accented and snug.
Outside of his now broken door were voices, Laine's; who was throwing him under the bus, and Bobby, who was now calling him out.
Angry. Caleb marched over to the door, his chest and legs bare, nothing on but underwear, hair distraught and all over the place. He pulled the beaten door back to open, his boxers still laying on the ground in front of him, his eyes staring straight at the both of them.
"That is not what happened." he defended himself. "I didn't have a towel."
Frustration shook him and he abandoned the boxers, standing to his feet shirt dangling in his hand as he yanked on his door knob. "Dammit!" He growled, having no luck opening it, and having nothing to pick the lock with.
And with a final wave of anger he stood up, leg raised and kicked the door in, breaking the lock and handle as a few splinters of wood scattered to the floor below.
"Laine!" He jumped, having almost made it to his door, water dripping down his back and legs, as his movements stuttered. "You used them all!" he hollered, shifting the blame to her, eyes widening as he dropped his boxers to the ground accidentally as he was trying to hide his bare ass. Having to then squat and mildly reach back to swipe his covering from the ground. Hand reaching for the handle of his door.
"Laine!" He shouted from bathroom, a crack in the door as he stood naked behind it, forgetful when it came to his towel. "Laine!" He called again, though no answer.
What the hell was she doing? Her bedroom door was practically next door down.
After about a minute of silence, Caleb took a risk, grabbing his shirt and boxers, using them as a cover for the front end of him. And looking out into the hallway, he deemed it clear, taking his first step to rush to his room which seemed miles away.