♠ And You Know I Don't Mean To Hurt You ♠

[dontcallmegol]

Who: Ace (dontcallmegol ) and Anemone (pilot_princess )
Where: Ace's warehouse hideaway
When: Sometime after this
Rating: R For Monster Gore and Nudity?
Summary: Anemone brings Ace a change of clothes. After their little chat, the pirate wants to be clear on something, so serious chat is abounds.
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[pilot_princess]

Most people would be disgusted at the squeamish mess of entrails and splattered innards, and the remains of a deceased creature. Oddly, Anemone wasn't phased. Fighting those Coralian from the scub coral at home and in the middle of the war had taught her that there was nothing to fret about. Oddly enough, she found this sort of thing fascinating, so when Ace suggested she come see it, she was more than excited.

It didn't take her long at all to grab the spare outfit and towel for Ace, and hurry to the warehouse he called home away from home. Well, it wouldn't be just to see the creature's mess. It would also be a fun time, she was thinking. Oddly enough, she was rather oblivious to Ace's worries. Perhaps it was because he didn't know her as long as the rest, and hadn't gotten a full exposure to her psychopathic tendencies.

But he would soon enough, as she slipped into his warehouse, ears picking up on the sound of water, and hurried in that direction to find him cleaning. And, as usual, with absolutely no regard for his privacy, she headed over and smiled.

"I brought you the fluffiest towel I had," she told him, pulling the yellow towel from the bag on her arm. Though she wasn't in any rush to give it to him; actually, she preferred the eye candy.

[dontcallmegol]

The bucket made an empty 'tunk' as he set it on the ground next to him. His long hair was curtained about his face, weighed down by the water. He tossed his head back at an angle to get his bangs out of his eyes, spraying a little water away from Anemone. He smiled warmly at her and slowly rose from his seated position.

"Right on time." He muttered, still dripping from head to toe as he approached, reaching for the towel. "Thank you for this."

[pilot_princess]

Anemone's smile grew as he came over, and she handed him the towel. "No problem! You can keep it if you want," she offered. After all, even the manliest of men could do with a fluffy towel. She reached back into the bag, pulling out a black shirt and a pair of dark brown pants. They were big, practically tents on her and probably big on Shinji too; she figured they'd fit Ace just fine.

"You need more clothes, silly," she said. "I should find more stuff for you."