Yuan blushes even harder as well. Of all the people he'd want to have see him in this state, Mithos is certainly one of the last - whether because he shouldn't be so vulnerable in front of his 'lord', or because he shouldn't be so lewd in front of his younger brother in law.
"M-Mithos," he manages, almost wincing at how low and husky his voice is. "...What are you doing here?" With a little luck, the response will let him know which kind he's dealing with...
"'Lord'...?" It takes much too long for the meaning of the honorific to make its way through Yuan's mind, but his eyes widen when it does. "You're-!"
Someone he actually knows, from Zelore. That just makes it so much worse. But the thought cuts off as Yuan squirms in place briefly, seeking a bit of friction with the sheets. Much longer under this effect, and he knows he won't care who's getting a show when he starts to touch himself.
"Sorry about this," he pants, once the wave of need has cleared a little for the moment. "I...it's this place." He's not coherent enough to make things any more clear than that.
Out of habit, Sheena pulls the covers higher when they start to slip, leaving only the top of her violet-tinged hair peeking out from under them. It's a moment later when she determines just why she had to pull them back up, and hoping she's wrong, she opens her eyes slowly. She knows immediately she's not in her own room, and she groans in frustration. Why can't the hotel just leave her alone and stop moving her all over the place? Taking a deep breath, Sheena turns to apologize for the intrusion and explain what's going on (if they're a newcomer) and freezes at the familiar sight.
Situated in the bed, curled awkwardly within the blankets was a young woman with blue hair. Ami had fallen asleep in her own room the night before, and remained oblivious as to her altered position within the hotel. She wore a blue negligee which had slipped partly down from one shoulder. Her body trembled as she stirred, rolling onto her back with one arm outstretched against the sheets. Slumber hadn't quite released its hold upon her, but a not so subtle heat had already begun to work its way over her skin.
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"M-Mithos," he manages, almost wincing at how low and husky his voice is. "...What are you doing here?" With a little luck, the response will let him know which kind he's dealing with...
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Someone he actually knows, from Zelore. That just makes it so much worse. But the thought cuts off as Yuan squirms in place briefly, seeking a bit of friction with the sheets. Much longer under this effect, and he knows he won't care who's getting a show when he starts to touch himself.
"Sorry about this," he pants, once the wave of need has cleared a little for the moment. "I...it's this place." He's not coherent enough to make things any more clear than that.
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"Yuan!?"
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