Friend of a friend (Active/Open)
Characters: Kaoru Hitachiin, Zetsu
Setting: Dawn Room
Time: Day 006, late afternoon, after torturing Makoto (and after talking with Mewtwo, if that happens?)
Summary: Rich Host + Weird Plant Ninja = ????
Warnings: Zetsu. =P
It felt good to shower, after so many days; Zetsu had been putting it off for as long as he could manage, but he had known he'd have to leave Mio alone eventually. The need to take care of Makoto had simply made cleaning up an even more pressing concern. He had stuck his soiled clothes into the laundry while taking care of himself, (fortunately, he'd been smart enough to take off his cloak beforehand, and spare it the messiness torture could bring) and simply gotten another outfit from his room to change into once he was finished. Between the fresh shower, (it seemed like everything was scented in the Gold Bathroom, considering how extravagant the toiletries there were) taking care of his wounds from the experiment, (they were coming along on their own, and he would take the medicinal smell over accidentally messing something up by trying to heal himself) and his new outfit having been in the Perfume Bedroom, he doubted any untoward smells from his detour with Makoto remained detectable at all.
Still, it wasn't as if people would probably question him, even if he had missed something. His hair was still damp and mussed from the washing, (why bother doing anything with it if it would just get messed up again soon?) and his fresh bandages and increasingly withering, blackened leaves would make it obvious that he hadn't been faring well lately, even if most of the former were hidden under his cloak. Having people suspicious of him, while it was something he was taking pains to avoid, wasn't something he was too worried about--truthfully, he was more worried about leaving Mio alone for so long. Zetsu headed down the hall towards the Dawn Room to go back upstairs, catching a glimpse of powder blue. The sight of a suit jacket like that here was fairly familiar, what with the tuxedos being pretty much the only spare clothing available--still though, those were all black. So someone had really come into the house wearing clothing that extravagant?
Setting: Dawn Room
Time: Day 006, late afternoon, after torturing Makoto (and after talking with Mewtwo, if that happens?)
Summary: Rich Host + Weird Plant Ninja = ????
Warnings: Zetsu. =P
It felt good to shower, after so many days; Zetsu had been putting it off for as long as he could manage, but he had known he'd have to leave Mio alone eventually. The need to take care of Makoto had simply made cleaning up an even more pressing concern. He had stuck his soiled clothes into the laundry while taking care of himself, (fortunately, he'd been smart enough to take off his cloak beforehand, and spare it the messiness torture could bring) and simply gotten another outfit from his room to change into once he was finished. Between the fresh shower, (it seemed like everything was scented in the Gold Bathroom, considering how extravagant the toiletries there were) taking care of his wounds from the experiment, (they were coming along on their own, and he would take the medicinal smell over accidentally messing something up by trying to heal himself) and his new outfit having been in the Perfume Bedroom, he doubted any untoward smells from his detour with Makoto remained detectable at all.
Still, it wasn't as if people would probably question him, even if he had missed something. His hair was still damp and mussed from the washing, (why bother doing anything with it if it would just get messed up again soon?) and his fresh bandages and increasingly withering, blackened leaves would make it obvious that he hadn't been faring well lately, even if most of the former were hidden under his cloak. Having people suspicious of him, while it was something he was taking pains to avoid, wasn't something he was too worried about--truthfully, he was more worried about leaving Mio alone for so long. Zetsu headed down the hall towards the Dawn Room to go back upstairs, catching a glimpse of powder blue. The sight of a suit jacket like that here was fairly familiar, what with the tuxedos being pretty much the only spare clothing available--still though, those were all black. So someone had really come into the house wearing clothing that extravagant?