March 11, 1:50 am {action]

[redheadturkey]

[Reno had slipped into the first floor bathroom with the bottle of liquor in his hand, running the bath hot enough to steam up the entire room. His aqua eyes slipped closed in something approaching bliss as he slid into the hot water, muscles almost immediately easing their tension as the liquid lapped around his tired and aching body.] Oh fuck me

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[general_hero]

Planet, he was tired! But he still had duties to attend before he'd let himself take any sort of rest. And first and foremost was ridding himself of some of this wretched detritus covering his coat and exposed skin.

With Angeal and Genesis heading back to the library, Sephiroth veered off and slipped into the first floor bathrooms, immediately heading to the nearest sink and stripping off his gloves. Running the water as hot as it would get, he vigorously scrubbed his hands and did the same to the black leather, rinsing the goop away. Snatching a leftover cloth, he wet it and rubbed his face and neck, sighing at the wonderful heat sinking into his skin.

Although he longed to shower, the General settled for taking off his coat and shaking what he could of the messy goop from it and giving it a good once-over with the wet cloth. Miracuously his hair was free of the green guck. His temper would have exploded were that not the case.

Then he paused as he heard the soft sounds of splashing around the corner. Quickly sliding back into his raimant again, Sephiroth snatched up his sword and slid quickly around the corner, expecting nothing less than a horde of moaning zombies, but what met his surprised eyes was a very wet, very drunk Reno, sunk to his ears in a bathtub of steaming water, bottle in hand.

Sephiroth froze for a minute, slowly adjusting his thought process to that of not killing, then his lips began to curve ever so slowly, MAKO eyes lightening to a bright cyan before he started to chuckle, then snicker, then he lowered his sword and leaned both hands on the hilt, shoulders shaking a bit as he laughed.

[redheadturkey]

Reno heard the laughter and the first thing he did was turn around, and screamble out of the tub, eyes wide in something that was a combination of terror and startlement. When he'd first heard the laughter he too thought he was being attacked, and upon realizing it was Sephiroth, he scrambled out of the tub, revealing not only was he packing more (at almost 6 inches soft, that would grow to almost 9 1/2 when fully erect) then someone his size should be, and that he was uncut, but as he turned around the bite gleamed in all its glory for Sephiroth to see. It was fully sealed over, though the chunk of flesh that was missing would not be returned, and it was an angry red around the outside.

Unfortunately, when he attempted to scramble backward for a towel, Reno slipped on the wet floor and fell right on that bite, eliciting another of those high pitched shrieks, though this one not as loud, as a shot of pain rang through his slim body. He scrambled back on his bottom after, and waited for his heartbeat to return to normal. "Holy FUCK, you startled me. Before you ask, yes, there are reliable people back there to handle things. Zack and Cissnei were there, so I figured takin' a few hours ta get drunk and get a bath would be FINE." Defensive much, ne?

[general_hero]

Reno’s predicament only made the General snort harder, finally having to lean against the wall to keep from toppling over as the Turk bolted from the tub and fell over on his ass immediately after. Sephiroth leaned on his sword and bent over, shaking with his deep laughter. Although he should be more than irritated at the defiant redhead for disobeying direct orders, he himself had to admit this wasn’t exactly a perfect situation and the Turks weren’t SOLDIERs anyway.

MAKO eyes shining with wicked mirth, Sephiroth finally looked up through the silver strands framing his face and chuckled, Reno still sprawled across the floor. “Believe me,” he said with a grin, “the feeling is mutual.” Swallowing another snarfle, the General sighed a laugh and straightened, casually propping the blade on his shoulder. “That was indeed my first question,” he nodded - still smirking madly. Then he shrugged once shoulder in acknowledgement. “However, if you trust their competence, I respect your command decision. I am confident Zack will do what he must to hold position.” A sparkle lit green eyes. “And you did need a bath, after all.” He tilted his head. “I trust it was worth it?”

[redheadturkey]

"Well, until I fell on my ass." And then he realized he was still all spread legged for Sephiroth to see and an odd bout of modesty came over him as his cheeks flushed, before he swallowed that back, and got back, almost SASHAYING over after his towel. He was completely not serious, merely teasing, but he couldn't help himself one bit as he grabbed the towel, rubbing his hair clean, then turning around again, grinning at the General as he slipped his pants on, COMMANDO no less.

"So, you came back for a bath too? Not surprised. I stank of dead things, an' I needed it. M'gonna head back ta where I was now, grab a few more bottles, an' quite likely get extremely drunk. You're welcome ta join Twoguns an' I in that endeavor if ya like. I got rum here, but we got vodka, an' some homebrew too there."

[general_hero]

Sephiroth shook his head, regaining a bit of air after his bout of mirth. “No, no luxury of a shower, merely a quick wash. The smell was overpowering.” MAKO eyes rolled in extreme consternation. “Positively disgusting. I perceive whomever controls events here in this wretched House has a rather disgusting sense of humor.” He snorted, absently flicking away a stray mote from his coat.

To Reno’s offer of drinking, Sephiroth cocked a sharp eyebrow. “Hn, I should think that little recreation best left for after this situation, hm? Provided it ever does end.” He shuddered to think about having to endure these never-ending waves of undead for the rest of bloody eternity. He’d fall on a blade first, Shiva.

“I think it best that I avoid vodka for the time being,” Sephiroth observed dryly, “considering it was that hangover that found me here in the first place. I need to return to the library; Angeal and Genesis are headed there now, and we need to reevaluate the situation and do what we can to prepare and fortify. Plus, there are probably still survivors on the other floors.”

[redheadturkey]

"And who was it that told me *I* need ta relax or I'd be no good ta anyone? What, what's good for th'goose ain't good for th'gander?" He smirked over his shoulder at the General, making sure the man knew what he was talking about when he said this. "You gotta relax some too, or you're gonna go offa th'deep end, an' none o'us can afford that. So yeah, you need ta relax a little too, then when we're all clear headed again, we can start thinkin'. *he shrugged at that. He hoped he didn't get him, but he was very much trying to get his point across.

"'course far be it for me ta think I can tell you what ya should do, but I was only watchin' out for you like you were tryin' ta watch out for me."

[general_hero]

Sephiroth didn't miss the lightheartedness of Reno's chiding; he respected the Turk's sincerity.

"Perhaps," he replied with a shrug. "I will rest, never fear. I know my limits, Reno, and will take care not to broach them." Sephiroth inclined his head in a slow nod. "And I thank you for your concern."

A supercilious eyebrow went up. "It seems more people than I realize are worried about my mental state. A curiosity, that."

[redheadturkey]

He chuckled as he pulled his pants back on and headed back toward the kitchen, swaying drunkenly as he did. He was going to get even more drunk, likely passing out on the floor and waking up in the morning very hung over. "We're only concerned 'cause we DO need ya, as much as it galls me ta admit ta that." Reno was capable of admitting when he couldn't do a thing on his own, he just normally hated to do it.

"Just, like I said, be careful, ok? I'd hate ta see any of us that CAN fight get killed or lose their marbles. This is gonna be a damn stressful situation, for alla us, an' the better we work together, the morea us will be alive an' sane on the other end."