[Thread] [Shampoo and Ryou]

[amazonianism]

Who: Shampoo (amazonianism) and Ryou (fadeto_gray)
What: Shampoo, in the interem before she has a room, freely makes use of other people's rooms. Especially their showers. As Ryou is first to learn.
When: Sometime in the past week. She got around.
Where: Ryou's room.
Rating: R for technical nudity. And possibly language.

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[fadeto_gray]

When Ryou entered his room, he took a deep breath and looked around. With the spirit of his Ring on the loose, he wasn't sure whether to worry about intruders. So far, nothing terrible had happened, and he felt he could relax a little. But as he walked further into his room, he realized he heard the sound of water running.

Eyes widening, Ryou reached for the first thing that could be used as a weapon: A nearby lamp. He hoisted it like a club and stepped closer to the bathroom, from where the sound of running water was emenating.

He could feel himself shaking as he approached the door, but he drew up all his courage. "W-Whoever you are... Get out of here! This is my room! I... I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't leave, I'll... I'll... I'll hit you!" Not entirely menacing, he realized, but he was proud of what he had managed.

[amazonianism]

Hm? Shampoo cocked her head to the side, then decided yes, she had heard someone speaking. "Just a minute," she called out, sing-song, making sure the rest of the shampoo came out - she hated the somewhat slick feeling residue left behind if improperly rinsed

[fadeto_gray]

Ryou's eyes widened further, in shock, as a young woman (clad only in a towel) stepped out to the threashold of his bathroom. The lamp in his hands slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor with a crash. Heat was building in his cheeks, and he hastily covered his eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" he apologized, with his already soft and shy voice muffled by his hands. "I'm sorry! I must've gotten the wrong room!"

[amazonianism]

Shampoo was mildly amused. "Is no good drop things. Might step on glass and bleed." Saying such, Shampoo delicately stepped around the lamp, with it's few chipped bits decorating the otherwise fairly clean floor. She knelt, picking up what was left and looking for the place from which it came. She enjoyed a degree of chaos, but generally only at her own causing. Otherwise, things were simply untidy, and given how the lamp wasn't going to be making another appearance in the glorious play of her life, she decided it may as well try to serve as a lamp again.

"You is very silly," she added, coming back to peer at his hands. "Is something in eyes?" She ran the found brush through her hair, watching the boy.