“A-ah, yes, yes. Keep going, right there.” Several more times, the word ‘yes’ slithered through Zenos’ lips. He tilted his head, leaning into the Warrior whose tender touches drove him mad.
“Stop moving, I’m going to get soap in your eyes.” The warrior sighed and continued stroking fingers through the blond locks. Of course, only a lost bet would have placed them here, being subservient to a maniac. Though, in hindsight, Zenos challenging them to a pastry eating contest was probably a fool’s bet to accept in any case. How does one out eat an 8 fulm tall wall of muscle? One doesn’t… one does, however, shampoo his hair.
“The soap hurts much less than your scathing attitude.” Zenos feigned hurt, his gravely voice dragging across every word and reminding the warrior why they put up with him. Redemption? No. Possible alliances? Nay. A tall man with good hygiene and a pants vaporizing voice? …Yes. Definitely that.
After a few moments of silent scrubbing, the warrior took a nearby bucket of water in hand. Stop. A thought. Oh yes, the best thought. Water bucket, use Tidal Wave!
“What are you waiti-” The rest of his words were turned into a simple ‘glub’ as the warrior poured the entire bucket over his head at once. A blonde wall of wet hair now faced the Eorzean, a low growl growing underneath. Quietly, the warrior placed their finger to their lips, as if in deep thought, before also placing the bucket over Zenos’ head; that was before fleeing quickly, of course.
However, it was not long before the palace marble was soaked from a naked Garlean chasing the primal slayer.
“Pray, what is that commotion?”
“Just the Prince, as per usual, Pilus.” Both Garlean officers simply paused before acknowledging that whomever assigned them probably hated them.
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