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kj_roundrobinwell, you can guess. e.E Hectic. Right.
Note: Under ~~@~~ is AE
No, maybe it wasn't a good idea at all. Seto mused on the matter as he led the mutt inside, past the foyer and into a small room beside the staircase. It was a cross between a coat room and the kind of closet one would expect from a magician.
A washer and a dryer and what seemed like a small closet full of clothing hung in the room, along with a fluffy stack of towels and it almost looked like there was a small shower tucked into the corner. Seto grabbed one of the towels, and turned to Jou.
"Take it off, mutt."
It took Jou a minute to comprehend the words. "...WHAT?!" And it wasn't that he didn't want to get warm, it was that he didn't particularly want to get naked in the process of getting warm.
And certainly not naked in front of Kaiiba. Oh no.
"You heard me." Seto held out the towel, and even with the soft terrycloth it seemed to be an almost threatening gesture. "Take it off unless you want to get sick."
Even with good reasoning behind it, Jou was wary. Even with the strange softening in the attitude of the man in his dreams, he couldn't help the way he tensed at the idea. In good ways and bad, he was almost ashamed to note. "..Ya ain't gonna look, right?"
Seto barely hid his start. Jou looked almost worried. Like Seto's not looking at him was important, when Seto knew that the blonde was rarely so self conscious. It made his eyes soften slightly, even if his voice didn't. "Why would I, mutt?" He lifted the towel up and turned his head so Jou had privacy -- or the illusion of it, since there was only a towel between the two.
Jou shivered as he stripped down to the skin, glad to shake off the water and the water heavy jeans, and glad to be able to grab a towel and wrap it around his waist. At least it gave him another illusion to cling to. "Okay." Jou said it quietly, his eyes a little wide around the edges. Seto lowered the towel carefully, and stepped forward.
Jou didn't know what prompted the urge, but he lowered his eyes as Seto swept the towel across his shoulders, removing the drops of water from his skin. It reminded him too vividly of..
~~@~~
..rougher hands, scrubbing the dust and dirt out of his hair. Seth had wanted, for a reason Jono wasn't aware of, to have his hem shine. Gleam. Pick a word, that was what Seth's aim was. Almost as soon as his back had healed, he'd hauled Jou off to the baths, dunking the sputtering blonde in scented water until the filth was loosened enough for a regular bathing to remove it.
Then Seth had watched Jono bathe, his cool eyes never leaving the blonde hem's body.This, of course, made Jono flush and scrub at himself with far more vigor than he normally would have. Normally, a hem wasn't allowed so much water for bathing, and he would have liked to soak in it for a bit.
But Seth's eyes were unnerving. So instead of soaking like he wanted to do, he'd scrubbed himself until he gleamed. And then Seth had beckoned him to the side of the tiled pool, and Jono had gone to him like a good -- wary -- hem.
And Seth had promptly dunked him under, poured something in his hair, and scrubbed that out, too. Once Jono was cleaned, he surveyed the shivering hem with a critical eye and ordered two servants to pull him out of the water. Jono was then whisked off to be primped and polished -- his skin was oiled and the bruises and cuts were taken care of, though not with bandages, and one woman applied some kind of makeup to his face (it itched) and then he was handed off in a blur to Seth. Again.
"Much---"
~~@~~
"---better." Seto's voice made Jou jerk a bit. He blinked at Seto. He'd expected to find himself polished and oiled and made up and being stared at like he was dinner.
....He hadn't expected to find himself nude except for a towel, only slightly damp, and being eyed like he was the last chocolate bar on earth and Seto was a chocoholic.
Hope you're not mad. ;-; Sorry! Hope you guys can work with this, too. >_<
Dm_San, you're up!
Note: Under ~~@~~ is AE
No, maybe it wasn't a good idea at all. Seto mused on the matter as he led the mutt inside, past the foyer and into a small room beside the staircase. It was a cross between a coat room and the kind of closet one would expect from a magician.
A washer and a dryer and what seemed like a small closet full of clothing hung in the room, along with a fluffy stack of towels and it almost looked like there was a small shower tucked into the corner. Seto grabbed one of the towels, and turned to Jou.
"Take it off, mutt."
It took Jou a minute to comprehend the words. "...WHAT?!" And it wasn't that he didn't want to get warm, it was that he didn't particularly want to get naked in the process of getting warm.
And certainly not naked in front of Kaiiba. Oh no.
"You heard me." Seto held out the towel, and even with the soft terrycloth it seemed to be an almost threatening gesture. "Take it off unless you want to get sick."
Even with good reasoning behind it, Jou was wary. Even with the strange softening in the attitude of the man in his dreams, he couldn't help the way he tensed at the idea. In good ways and bad, he was almost ashamed to note. "..Ya ain't gonna look, right?"
Seto barely hid his start. Jou looked almost worried. Like Seto's not looking at him was important, when Seto knew that the blonde was rarely so self conscious. It made his eyes soften slightly, even if his voice didn't. "Why would I, mutt?" He lifted the towel up and turned his head so Jou had privacy -- or the illusion of it, since there was only a towel between the two.
Jou shivered as he stripped down to the skin, glad to shake off the water and the water heavy jeans, and glad to be able to grab a towel and wrap it around his waist. At least it gave him another illusion to cling to. "Okay." Jou said it quietly, his eyes a little wide around the edges. Seto lowered the towel carefully, and stepped forward.
Jou didn't know what prompted the urge, but he lowered his eyes as Seto swept the towel across his shoulders, removing the drops of water from his skin. It reminded him too vividly of..
~~@~~
..rougher hands, scrubbing the dust and dirt out of his hair. Seth had wanted, for a reason Jono wasn't aware of, to have his hem shine. Gleam. Pick a word, that was what Seth's aim was. Almost as soon as his back had healed, he'd hauled Jou off to the baths, dunking the sputtering blonde in scented water until the filth was loosened enough for a regular bathing to remove it.
Then Seth had watched Jono bathe, his cool eyes never leaving the blonde hem's body.This, of course, made Jono flush and scrub at himself with far more vigor than he normally would have. Normally, a hem wasn't allowed so much water for bathing, and he would have liked to soak in it for a bit.
But Seth's eyes were unnerving. So instead of soaking like he wanted to do, he'd scrubbed himself until he gleamed. And then Seth had beckoned him to the side of the tiled pool, and Jono had gone to him like a good -- wary -- hem.
And Seth had promptly dunked him under, poured something in his hair, and scrubbed that out, too. Once Jono was cleaned, he surveyed the shivering hem with a critical eye and ordered two servants to pull him out of the water. Jono was then whisked off to be primped and polished -- his skin was oiled and the bruises and cuts were taken care of, though not with bandages, and one woman applied some kind of makeup to his face (it itched) and then he was handed off in a blur to Seth. Again.
"Much---"
~~@~~
"---better." Seto's voice made Jou jerk a bit. He blinked at Seto. He'd expected to find himself polished and oiled and made up and being stared at like he was dinner.
....He hadn't expected to find himself nude except for a towel, only slightly damp, and being eyed like he was the last chocolate bar on earth and Seto was a chocoholic.
Hope you're not mad. ;-; Sorry! Hope you guys can work with this, too. >_<
Dm_San, you're up!
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