damned_institute | Dayshift 34: Men's Showers

Albel had wasted an entire night, but he couldn't quite figure out how he had actually wasted it. He had left his room early, didn't stand around doing nothing and no pathetic worm had dragged him down. Finding Fayt's room and smack the foolish maggot against the nearest wall shouldn't have taken a full night, but yet he found himself back in his bed before he even had so much as located the right door.

What the hell?!

But he didn't have much time to think about it, as one of the wenches instantly stepped into his room as soon he sat up. Had she had been waiting behind the door or something? He ignored her useless babble along the way to the showers. Apparently, he had slept through most of the day. Perhaps the lack of sleep was taking it's toll, though the warrior wouldn't even think about admitting that thought. And who cared about it anyway? The days were useless!

By the looks of things, Albel was the first one to arrive. Not that he cared. After stripping himself of his clothing he stepped inside the shower area and picked a stall by random. It took some fiddling with the knobs before the water temperature was good enough, but he eventually let the water wash over his body.

[Free!]

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Kenshin smiled. It wasn't a very big smile, and it didn't quite make it to his eyes, but it was start. "Would you rather this one used something tamer? Fiddlesticks, perhaps?"

Homura was now washing Okita's hair, so the rurouni figured it was safe to look away. This...wasn't good for any of them. Not only had they lost a leader, they'd lost the only person keeping them from falling into squabbles and infighting. Homura had recruited only the best fighters for his "History Club," and that could be its downfall. Without him at its head, there were simply too many cooks in the kitchen.

But at least things were moving to slightly more comfortable territory. Kenshin would be able to tease again, at least, and they could try to momentarily forget the truce and the headache that its possible breakdown was giving them. "Oro? A girl?" he asked innocently. Sano probably wouldn't be fooled. "Megumi-dono will be so disappointed when she finds out!"

Sano did have a point though. The rurouni paused, thinking, before he nodded. "It is a good idea. This one doesn't think that Kenren will mind."

"How about 'really stubborn grass stain'?" Sanosuke's grin was a bit more genuine, especially when he noticed how hard Okita was struggling just to stay up. He must not have noticed them to be making himself so vulnerable like that, and the fighter figured it was better that way. So he focused on his friend instead, and tried not to think too hard about what would probably go down when Okita was up and about again.

Wasn't too hard when Kenshin started teasing him.

"What's the fox lady got to do with it?" Sanosuke gave Kenshin a flat look, which was about the best he could do without getting Pinky and the Needle Club on him. The rurouni was lucky he hadn't gotten a punch to the head, though that was still a possibility. "Your mind is too damn dirty sometimes."

Sanosuke nodded, then grinned. "Yeah, I have those sometimes. I'll put up a note on that board thing for him. Ninja girl too. She might be getting my roommate to come along, so we'll just need a place to meet."

In a way, it was almost nice to have the threat of sedation constantly hanging over their heads. It kept Sano from giving Kenshin goose-eggs every five minutes. It was a lot less painful this way.

The rurouni did his best to look innocent. "How so? This one wasn't implying anything. Megumi-dono just seems like the jealous type." Wasn't implying anything. Right. Of course not.

"Ninja girl?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You've found another Misao-dono, have you?"

If Kenshin kept pushing his luck like that, Pinky would need every single needle in her brigade to keep Sanosuke from making up for lost time and friendly punches. As it was, he shot Kenshin another look, teasingly balling his hand into a fist.

"Oh, yeah. Now you're going to try and act all innocent and pure." Like hell Sanosuke didn't realize Kenshin was implying a lot of things, about Yuffie and Megumi both. But as far as Sanosuke was concerned, both of the women were just friends. Friends that liked to tease a hell of a lot, sure. But Megumi wasn't anywhere close to being over Kenshin, and Yuffie was--hell if Sano knew.

"She's a lot like Misao, yeah. Less annoying than the Weasel Girl though." Mostly because she hadn't resorted to tactics like trying to bite Sano's hand off. Or was that Yahiko that did that shit? In any case, even as flaky as she was, Yuffie was easier to consider a woman, even with the nickname Sano gave her. "I think you'll like her. Maybe not my roommate though. You know, come to think of it, Sunshine's a hell of a lot like Aoshi. Kind of brooding. And not like that bastard Saitou either."

Huh. Damn funny coincidence, really.

Dayshift 34: Men's Showers

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