Fur of sparkling silver flowed like silk as the fox stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around it's waist.  The fox walked over to the bathroom mirror and grinned slightly as it wipped the steam from the reflective glass to get a look at himself.  "Well," he spoke to his reflection in a smug manner, "there is one good looking fox".  He flexed a few times as he checked himself out and then opened his muzzle to check his teeth and breath before continueing with "I don't know why anyone doesn't want me".  A couple of chuckles from behind him caused the fox to jump into the air and twirl around.  His roommate, a vixen that stood a few inches taller than he did, was propped against the bathroom doorframe with a paw over her muzzle that was trying to keep her laughs quieted.  The male fox stood there perplexed with a blush that gave his fur a pink-ish hue to it before he looked into her eyes and, with a voice full fear, asked "Just how long have been THERE?".  The vixen smiled at him and replied "Long enough, long enough.  You left the door standing wide open, you know?".  "LIke hell I did, you liar, you picked the lock again!", he replied with a pointing finger.  All he got in reply was a shrug and a "What can I say, I like looking at the goods." as she walked out of the shared bathroom and towards her own room.  The male fox shook his head and scowled as he reclosed the door and locked it before he turned around to start drying himself off.  After a couple of minutes of drying himself off in silence he turned on the radio to listen to the latest rock group playing.  Getting into the grove of things he was bent over and drying his legs while shaking his tail end just as he heard a whistle and the same vixen say "Nice view, Adam!".  "BRITTNEY!" was all he got out before the door was slammed follewed by laughing.  Adam shook his head once more and mumbled to himself about her always teasing him before he went back to getting dressed.
	Half an hour later Adam walked out of his room dressed in a short shorts and a torn up shirt, that looked like it had seen better days, and sat at the table in their two bedroom apartment.  As he was fixing himself some toast Brittney walked out of her room dressed in a pair of matching shorts and a female wife-beater shirt with a sports bra underneath.  She smiled down at him and with a voice ful of cockiness asked, "Are you ready to get your ass handed to you again this moring?".  Adam rolled his eyes and grabbed the toast as it popped up, "How many times do I have to tell you, we aren't racing!  We are just working out.".