caughtinanetwork | Burnt Alchemist||Video

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[The feed will turn on to reveal a pretty nondescript bedroom. It seemed pretty standard for what Vatheon has to offer and it was neat, tidy and lacking anything personal about it. There was a mess on the desk and a set of clothes folded neatly on the corner of the bed. The feed will zoom in on the clothes for a moment to show the person’s fashion taste might be familiar.

Wait, what was that sound in the background? It was the sound of water running, but in another room. It turned off after another beat, while the person with the SFC would be move away from the bed. Another second or two ticked by until finally the door to the bedroom opened. Standing there in just a towel and showing off his the glory of his sunburn was one Solf J. Kimblee.

The Crimson Alchemist probably knew immediately he wasn’t alone in the room. It didn’t take long before he finally looked at the culprit. And another moment to see the SFC trained on him. That certainly was the look being leveled at Vanitas.]

((ooc: Replies may come from Kimblee, Vanitas or both of them.))

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_{[And it is the biggest Look he has given here in the city.]}

Vanitas.

_{[His gaze bounced from his face to the SFC several times.]}

[Is it the you-are-sleeping-on-the-couch look?

His attention would shift from the SFC to the Alchemist before he put away the communicator.]

Enjoyed your shower?

[Vanitas will stroll over to the desk to glance it over. Not going to actually touch the mess. Hands were keeping to his sides like a good critter.]

What is wrong with you?

_{[Gosh Vani, don't make him ground you.

Because he will.

But first things first he's just going to start getting dressed to the best of his ability with the towel.]}

[The better questions was what wasn’t wrong with him. He’ll quirk a brow at the Alchemist before giving a smirk. You need to ask?

Good luck keeping him in one place. His attempt to change while keeping the towel on was amusing, but he’ll actually turn his back on Kimblee. Here, have that foreign concept of privacy you seem to fancy, Crimson. Vanitas won’t look.]

Think of it as a personal service announcement to let people know where they shouldn't touch you.

_{[Pants are a success! Sorry Vanitas, he's just going to (lightly) cuff you upside the head, hissing lightly from the sudden action. Bad sunburn and quick movement never go together.]}

You stole my clothes, Vanitas.

_{[His life. His choices. A babysitter he is not. Nevermind that he's not even bothering to cover the scars on his throat for once--he's preoccupied with picking up his shirt off the bed.]}

[Oi. Rood. He turned his back so he can change, not to whack him. The hissing didn't go unnoticed though as he crossed his arms.

Since Kimblee initiated the contact then Vanitas will just go ahead and look.]

Hmmm. [Don't mind him, but those gold eyes will be looking over Kimblee. Hello bite marks. With him being preoccupied, Vanitas will invade his space for a moment to get a closer look.]

I kept them neat.

Yes, but that's beyond the point.

_{[He's cautious as he slips the shirt on, inspecting the sunburn further as he starts to button it up.]}

I'm beginning to wonder if I shouldn't invest in a dog.

Don't think a dog would like joining you in the bathroom when you shower.

[He was only hovering and not touching.]

Consider yourself lucky.

How so?

_{[His hand lingers on the topmost button, almost as if he's debating on closing it up the rest of the way to conceal his throat. After a few moments, he lowers his hand to sit on his waist. It wouldn't hurt to leave it exposed here at least.

Hopefully.]}