On the days when you act like you don't care

[jupiters_golden]

Who: Iason Mink/jupiters_golden & anyone and all. Come get wet Don't tell me any of you females don't wanna peek! PLOT :D
Date: DAY 115, Morning after breakfast
Status: Open to all, and any/Ongoing
Summary: Iason's showering. What happens and who stops in is up to you! Wanna get wet. Did those little fuckers get you all dirty? Need to be clean?
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[quatrew]

Well, this hasn't been going as planned.

What started out as a breakfast to set the tone for a productive day turned out to be Quatre's first encounter with the Fruit Fucker 2000, after which he definitely needed the shower. The door swished open and the blond, holding his towel around his waist, peered around, looking for an open spot.

[kit_katze]

Dismissed by Iason, Katze was daydreaming. Naked. In a shower. But he'd been in worse places and he wanted to be close by in case the Blondie changed his mind.

...speaking of Blondies. Spotting one coming in, Katze stared at him. He was small...shorter than Katze who wasn't a match for Blondie height by any means, Pale skin and it seemed he had light eyes...maybe he was still growing?

Katze skirted over, forgetting that different modesty rules bound people here. He was circling the smaller blond, curious.

[quatrew]

Quatre, at first, wasn't quite sure how to react. He'd been in a communal shower before, but it was always a very solitary experience - despite being around other men. Usually, no words were said. You came in, showered, and left. But perhaps things were different in this universe? Maybe this man was a helpful staff member? Though he did look familiar... ah ha! This was Katze. He'd been helpful to the young pilot on his first day aboard the ship.

"Hello, Katze," the blond said with a nervous smile. "I was just looking for an open stall to use for a moment."

[kit_katze]

"The curtains are usually always closed. I'm pretty sure only a few are occupied." He indicated which ones with a wave of his hand. Being addressed by name took him back for a moment and he watched the younger man through amber eyes, amused but cautious.

He turned to pick a stall for Quatre, showing a bare back covered in old scars. The lash marks were awkwardly placed...it was obvious Katze had grown after they'd healed. "Try this one," He suggested. "Do you need...assistance?"

[quatrew]

Quatre noticed the scars, his face softening a bit in sympathy. He knew of people being hurt on certain colonies and in certain places on Earth for insubordination, but he'd never seen the result of that kind of punishment. And to think it happened to him at a fairly young age...

"Thank you," Quatre said quietly. He nodded his thanks to the older man as he entered the stall. He glanced over at the shower controls when Katze had asked if he needed any help. They looked like the showers of his time, so he should be able to operate them fine.

After turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature, the young man looked at what he'd brought in, and then winced. He'd forgotten to bring the bar of soap from his room. Quatre was glad that Katze was still around; hopefully he wouldn't mind doing a small favor...

"Actually, I didn't remember to bring my soap," Quatre admitted sheepishly.

[kit_katze]

From the way Quatre behaved, Katze was rather sure he had been instructed in how to deal with servants. There was no protesting and he hadn't really been spared a second glance. The scars, the fact he was a complete castrate, it didn't matter here even if he'd been hiding it for so long in Ceres.

"I can borrow some from my...Iason." With a quick smile, Katze headed over to the supplies he'd brought for the other Blondie, retrieving the few types of soap and bringing them over for Quatre's inspection.

It was odd, this bonding in the shower. And Quatre wasn't treating him like a servant but...like...

It was too strange; Katze's mind couldn't wrap around it.

[quatrew]

When Katze returned with what looked like several different soaps, Quatre smiled and thanked him. True, there'd been butlers and servants in the Winner household on L4, but Quatre only usually asked them for something that he couldn't do himself.

Quatre explained, "I was just coming in for a quick shower after-- erm, meeting-- the juicer in the cafeteria." Quatre chuckled softly, hoping Katze wouldn't take him for a full, despite the fact that the blond probably smelled like a citrus grove at this point - not entirely unattractive, but too strong to make a good first impression on anyone.

He ended up picking the soap with just a hint of fragrance, enough so that he would smell something other than oranges all day.

[kit_katze]

"I've heard of the juicer," Katze told him sympathetically. "I can't say I've ever had the displeasure of meeting it however." He did look Quatre over again just to make sure the blond was whole and...not in some type of mutant citrus zombie army. He'd probably be supposed to report that.

Katze returned the unwanted soaps, wondering for a moment why he was doing this. Duty? No. Probably something ingrained into him; to serve a Blondie gave him a rush of endorphins. He was almost used to Iason's charms by now.

"You have short hair." It was a random observation but made Quatre distinguishable. Most Blondies had long.

sorry for slow tag ;.;

[quatrew]

Quatre looked up at his hair when he heard Katze's comment. He thought his hair was longer than a lot of people from L4, but compared to his friends, it was pretty short. Wufei had a small ponytail, and of course, Duo's long braid spoke for itself.

"It's easier to manage," Quatre commented. He took the soap and set it inside the stall and turned back to Katze.

"Thank you again, for lending me the soap."

The former pilot stood outside the shower stall, talking with a man who was completely nude. At the same time, Quatre was about to remove his own towel so that he could get into the shower. It was a bit of an awkward moment, to say the least. The realization of these facts was enough to allow a faint blush to appear on Quatre's cheeks.

"Well, um..."