Kyle tried to get away. Knowing full well that he couldn't, he returned the favor. They had toppled over and were rolling around the the floor laughing. Owen had manged to roll so they were on Kyle's side, pinning his arm. "Haha, ok! Stop! Stop! Uncle!"
"I'm not your uncle, I'm your dad!" Owen teased, rubbing harder."
"Ok ok. Dad!" Kyle squirmed under him. Owen stopped, and laughed. He sat them up, and pulled them to their feet with the counter. He waited for Kyle to support them before turning and pulling him to the shower. Kyle protested, but he knew that they had to at some point.
They decided it would be faster, if they both washed their own halves at the same time as the other. Kyle was a little father ahead than Owen, so he took to washing their chest. Owen glanced down, and after a moment, started washing their groin. Kyle's half gave a jump, and they almost fell out of the shower all together.
They climbed out of the shower, with Kyle grumbling, "You could have given me some warning."
"That's wouldn't have been as funny though." They were standing in front of the mirror, examining themselves. Owen grabbed his shaving cream, and smeared it over his face, then offered some to Kyle who turned it down. He grabbed his razor, and started to shave. Kyle gave a sigh, and did his best to wait patiently. They finished in the bathroom, and went to get dressed. Briefly arguing over what to wear. They decided on a simple pair of Owen's dark blue jeans, and then they'd grab a shirt from Kyle's room. They walked into the hall, no longer wobbling or tripping, having some practice now.