I just don't want to run out, do you know how bad running out will be?

[Reaching up to rub that stubbly cheek again with a snort, Oikawa leans over the sink to spit and rinse his mouth, rinsing out the toothbrush as well then. Setting those things on the top of the sink, shaking his hands a little drier before wiping them on the rag, he reaches to rub his hands into that stubble again with more of a fond smile.

It's kind of cute. In a grown up, handsome way.]

I'm kind of jealous I can't seem to grow any of this.