Post-shower Joe

[blueondeck]

[You could find him walking from the direction of the showers. Hair wet & washed, new clean clothes, relaxed, and hasn't even gone home yet.]

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[blueondeck]

[Taking the step anyway and just not going to look at you!]

Not himself now?

[strooonger]

Something happened and now he's changed completely. That's why I want to go look for him to make sure nothing happens to him.

[blueondeck]

[On the one hand... Basco changing. On the other hand ... every sensible reason to let him suffer. ...

placing free hand to forehead in dismay and sighing]

Fine. Fine I'll help you even if it's a terrible idea.

[strooonger]

Why is it so terrible for you to help? You usually are around him.

[blueondeck]

That's no less terrible.

[strooonger]

Then why do you?

[blueondeck]

Do you want to find him or not?

[strooonger]

I still want to know. You can tell me while walking, can't you?

[blueondeck]

Why I do what I do is none of your business.

[looks at you and then away]

Let my hand go.

[strooonger]

[Presuming I'm just holding it too hard and lets go]

[blueondeck]

[Doesn't hold the hand, crosses his arms over his chest instead]

Where are we going to find him?

[strooonger]

[What do I know about Hina to make a guess at where she would go in his body...hygiene might be the biggest issue]

Where do you get clothes around here?

[blueondeck]

[... Basco? Shopping? So it really is bad.]

This way...

[Walking on.]

[strooonger]

[Following. Somewhat surprised you didn't think that a girl would know where to find clothes but, not complaining.

Although it's really hard to follow in these damn girly shoes so, grabbing on to the back of your shirt.]

[blueondeck]

[Jumps and arches away from the touch almost automatically, his arms unfolding from his chest.]

[strooonger]

[.....What the hell was that?]

[blueondeck]

[Why the hell did you touch me!?]

D-don't ... [takes a breath, inching away] don't just do that out of no where.

[strooonger]

You were going too fast. [Noting all your motions and just coming with a possible conclusion, despite how ridiculous it is.]

Are you...scared of girls?

[blueondeck]

No [quickly]

I'm just not use to being so close to them. [i.e touching]

[strooonger]

[Still an obvious weakness and I can't help but grin because it's ridiculously funny.]

[blueondeck]

[ I really just want to leave you here...]

[strooonger]

[Oh no, I am going to troll the hell out of this moment and grab on to your arm.]

Even if you're not used to it, I don't want to fall trying to keep up with you.

[blueondeck]

[Cringes and just frowns. I can feel your body against my arm and I can only blush forever over it. This is just sadistic.]

Why did you wear those shoes then?

[strooonger]

Couldn't find the others. [More like he couldn't chose and went with what looked comfortable.

It ended up being a lie.]

[blueondeck]

[This feels more like a plot against me]

Just ... be careful.