bathtime with loveless-kun!

[dullbrightness]

*So now tiny!Ritsuka's safe and sound back in Seimei and Soubi's room, and the first thing Seimei wants to do - of course - is make sure he's clean. After all, he's been wandering around out there getting into goodness knows what, being touched by any number of people... including Nisei. And the other fighter is not his enough, in his mind, to get

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Slightly meta banter, until Ritsuka finds this thread

[infernal_rival]

[... 'being touched by any number of people, including Nisei' makes it sound like I did unspeakable things to him. Rather than just, you know, holding his hand on our way down a corridor.

WHY YOU HAVE TO MAKE THIS SKETCHY? :P]

[[ooc: This is what happens when a dressing room is too small to have its own capslock comm.]]

I hope tinyritsuka!mun is okay with our abduction. It's so easy to get carried away wanting to play.

[dullbrightness]

How am I to know what was done outside my sight? I'm only taking reasonable precautions.

after all everyone else seems to think he reminds them of me enough amirite

*thinks anyone except himself and Soubi touching Ritsuka in any way is too sketchy to countenance, anyway. Those poor little innocent hands, touching the skin of a killer. ...wait, that's another series.*

[ooc: lovelesscapslock would be so wonderful. This lot have so much to capslock about.]

Agreed. But you did check with her.

[infernal_rival]

Considering who you *are* you could have just asked. Unless you're too scrupulous in your present condition to take advantage of the fact that you're the one person on the planet that I don't habitually lie to.

Wait, wait, wait. That who reminds them of you?

... *sulks, but covers with theatricality* Other-you likes me.

[ooc: There is a Loveless capslock, here. But if I posted there, neither you nor anyone else would get the notif.]]

A shame this comm is so quiet in general.

[dullbrightness]

I'm not too scrupulous. Just "Nisei, did you touch baby Ritsuka?" is not a question I want to think too hard about the answer to. Best to just bathe him and get it over with.

You know what I mean. Those soft black ears, the sleek tail, the fanfiction-violet eyes....

I don't dislike you, I just don't know you. Or how often you bathe.

[ooc: "AND YOU MUST (EITHER BY 'SHOPPING OR YOUR OWN FAIR ART SKILLS) TRANSFORM SAID CHARACTER INTO A PIMP"

...wait, how is this hard.]

Back to IC.... (OOC: skipping ahead and assuming we bathed Ritsuka, if the mun can't come around)

[dullbrightness]

*Having got Ritsuka cleaned up and towelled dry, Seimei slips back into the tub. Bathing a five-year-old Ritsuka is plenty of fun, but not exactly what you might call a relaxing experience, and his head still hasn't caught up from the recent events with Nisei. He's barely had a chance to think through the implications of any of this, and Soubi's likely no better off; indeed, if the daze in which he spent most of his time in Nisei's room was anything to go by, he's probably doing a lot worse than Seimei is right now.

They could both use some winding down. And a chance to talk things over.*

Oi, Soubi~ Want to get cleaned up and join me?

Bathtime with Beloved!

[excoriatedsoul]

Of course. [showers self off quickly with the hand shower thing so he won't get his own dirt on Seimei, and slips into the tub, conditioner still soaking into his hair.

Slips in behind Seimei, and wraps his arms around from behind, leaning his head over Seimei's shoulder. It's a protective gesture, a physical implication of a shield behind Seimei, keeping him safe from behind while looking out in the front.]

<3

[dullbrightness]

*"mmm"s appreciatively at the feel of Soubi's wet, warm skin slipping into the tub behind him. It's familiar ritual, in part; even if Seimei's already clean and doesn't need his back washed or his hair rinsed, he's used to feeling Soubi behind him in the bath, and it's a comfort. He leans back into him, reaching behind to rub the conditioner through his hair a little.*

...I... well then. *He doesn't really know where to begin.* Not what I expected out of today, to say the least.

Re: <3

[excoriatedsoul]

[Closes his eyes, relaxing into warm familiar Seimei's damp clean skin. The scent of soap and Seimei is like home.] Me, neither.

I... I apologise for having any doubts in you, back there. And for my jealousy. It isn't proper of me. [He knows he should not want anything but what Seimei wants. So if Seimei wanted this other fighter, Soubi should want Seimei to have him. If Seimei liked this other fighter better than Soubi, and chose to favour him, then Soubi should wish for the same. It is wrong of Soubi to have his own preference that doesn't match Seimei's actions. A pencil does not get jealous of the other pencils in the box.]

Is this okay...?

[pinnd_buttrfly]

[Hello, everyone! It's baby-Soubi, stumbling into the room. He's been running down the halls in search of someone, anyone. His eyes are wide and his ears are pressed back into his hair in fear. He skids to a halt when he sees human life.]

A-ah - I'm sorry! I don't mean to intrude, I'm sorry.

[He backs away, ears still pressed back.]

Quite okay! :D Welcome~

[dullbrightness]

*Seimei startles almost out of his bath with a splash at the intrusion. He was not expecting anyone to just... walk in. Though he supposes that's the price of not having a door lock.*

Soubi! *He's calling upon his fighter, of course. He's unarmed, vulnerable, and his instant response to an intruder is to guard himself against them with Soubi's protection.

But in the moments it takes Soubi to scramble, he's taken a closer look at the small, cat-eared figure. And what he sees makes him... no less startled, but a lot less inclined to fight.*

...Soubi...?

Thank you for inviting me!

[pinnd_buttrfly]

[His body freezes at the sound of his name. Does this person know him...? How? He stares at the figure in the tub, eyes huge.]

Who are you?

No problem! The more the merrier. :D

[dullbrightness]

*His eyes soften, and he reaches out a hand to the wide-eyed child, hoping to still his panic with a friendly gesture.*

I'm... I'm Seimei. And this is - *he glances at the other figure sharing his bath, who's now positioned in a defensive crouch in front of him* - this is Soubi. I mean, this is Soubi, too.

...Don't be afraid. I know you must be confused, but it's okay. We won't hurt you.