He knew that Zidane living with him was going to be a bad idea.
The blonde had only been in his house a few short days and he had already messed something up. The bath and pipes had somehow become clogged with hair, and after inspecting it gingerly with a wrinkled nose, Kuja had discovered that the majority of the hair itself had not been long silver strands. And, after much hesitation, Kuja found himself here, at a goddamn common communal bath house for his everyday cleaning.
He had nothing against nudity. Indeed, he wore so little, that that was very much a no-brainer. However, being in a bath house with strangers with possible wandering eyes with a tail he'd rather others did not see was going to be rather hard to manage. He just hoped the place was deserted.
But of course, just his luck, it wasn't unoccupied. After spending a fair slab of time tucking his tail away from view into a more waterproof version of his usual thong, Kuja found himself wandering into the main section of the bath house, a towel wrapped securely about his hips, ready to find out who he would be forced to bathe with today.
Kuja's double-take at the two men, both of who he recognized immediately, was covered up with a smooth little smirk, and the subtle movement of his hand to check that his tail was still securely tucked away.
"Ha... Kadaj, I know that you're dim, but I would think that even you would be able to answer that question yourself."
Another familiar voice, but this one made Kadaj stiffen-- and he turned a bit, hoping he was wrong, to look toward-- shit. Scowling slightly, he looked away again, trying to resist the urge to snatch another towel and wrap himself up in it, and then decided he wouldn't give Kuja the pleasure of seeing him spaz like that.
"Following me around now, Kuja?" He tried to keep his voice flat, but was probably unsuccessful. He also tried to keep his eyes from wandering, curious if the other man's tail was still there. All he needed was for Kuja to think he was eyeing him up.
[ooc: allllrighty, so we dont get messed up, after this post, I'll be combining the log threads and it'll start with kadaj, kuja, then Axel?]
One brow raised, Axel realized another silver-haired old face had popped into existence. Fate always was a laughing bitch. He hadn't seen Kuja since...when was it? After the second foster family. "Jaja- I never took you for a bath house kinda guy." He smirked and let his eyes rest on the towel that was protecting Kuja's modesty. "Don't suppose you've still got your little jewelry box down there?" And something else besides, though there wasn't a hair of fur in sight.
The blonde had only been in his house a few short days and he had already messed something up. The bath and pipes had somehow become clogged with hair, and after inspecting it gingerly with a wrinkled nose, Kuja had discovered that the majority of the hair itself had not been long silver strands. And, after much hesitation, Kuja found himself here, at a goddamn common communal bath house for his everyday cleaning.
He had nothing against nudity. Indeed, he wore so little, that that was very much a no-brainer. However, being in a bath house with strangers with possible wandering eyes with a tail he'd rather others did not see was going to be rather hard to manage. He just hoped the place was deserted.
But of course, just his luck, it wasn't unoccupied. After spending a fair slab of time tucking his tail away from view into a more waterproof version of his usual thong, Kuja found himself wandering into the main section of the bath house, a towel wrapped securely about his hips, ready to find out who he would be forced to bathe with today.
Kuja's double-take at the two men, both of who he recognized immediately, was covered up with a smooth little smirk, and the subtle movement of his hand to check that his tail was still securely tucked away.
"Ha... Kadaj, I know that you're dim, but I would think that even you would be able to answer that question yourself."
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"Following me around now, Kuja?" He tried to keep his voice flat, but was probably unsuccessful. He also tried to keep his eyes from wandering, curious if the other man's tail was still there. All he needed was for Kuja to think he was eyeing him up.
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One brow raised, Axel realized another silver-haired old face had popped into existence. Fate always was a laughing bitch. He hadn't seen Kuja since...when was it? After the second foster family. "Jaja- I never took you for a bath house kinda guy." He smirked and let his eyes rest on the towel that was protecting Kuja's modesty. "Don't suppose you've still got your little jewelry box down there?" And something else besides, though there wasn't a hair of fur in sight.
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