eventually comes out in a towel, grumbling as he rubs at his hair with a second towel so it'll dry.

lounges on it, enjoying the warmth. "I'm in here!"

follows the voice and sighs at the sight. "Ya WOULD be naked."

shrugs. "My clothes are in there. What would you have me do?"

tosses the drying towel at him, and snorts. "Maybe ya should go take a shower."

shakes his head. "I just got dry. I don't want to get wet again."

(brb gotta go grab some tomatoes)

shrugs and leans against the closest wall. "Fair enough. How long 'till the clothes are dry?" [Go then go~]

"Uh....till they're dry?" He grins. "The numbers are scratched off cause it's so old."

(back. theres a vegetable stand 2 minutes from me)

snorts, shaking his head. "Fine .. then we'll wait." [That's pretty convenient!]

crosses his legs. "Well it's not a smart idea to put damp clothes back on. you'll get sick."

(it also sells like some import snack foods. like pocky"

)

shrugs. "'m already sick, ya know that." [Very nice D: ]

scowls. "Well then you'll get more sick."

"Let's hope that doesn't happen." he hugs his arms, warming up.

his forehead. "Do you feel really sick or a little sick?"

tilts his head. " 's a little sick, now. I've gotten better."

"I think I have something for you take..." He crosses from the room he keeps the dryer into his bathroom, rattling around in shelves-

until he finds asprin. "Why didn't you remind me how sick you were?"

watches him and sighs. "Kid, I got my own pills. 's fine! I'm fine right now!"

pauses with the bottle in his hand. He squints at him suspiciously. "Are you sure? Aw damn I kissed you, now I'll get sick!"

snorts and rolls his eyes, hopping up on the dryer. "It's a stomach bug, kid. It'll be fine."

puts the bottle back and folds his arms under his pits. He still kind of felt awkward from the conversation.

frowns, staring at him for a while, before staring up at the ceiling. "The rain should stop soon, yeah? I'll go home then."

bites his lip. He really wishes this wasn't so complicated. "Is that really what you want?"

clicks his tongue. "Nah. But it's what I should probably do."

tenses his muscles. "There you go again."

shrugs. "Kiddo, it's awkward enough right now. I think we need a few days away from each other, yeah?"

"Whatever. I don't give a shit. Just go." He turns his back on him and closes his eyes, breathing shallow and fast.

kicks his feet and frowns. "Gotta way 'til the clothes are dry."

"I'm going to go put on something. You stay here and do...whatever." He stalks out and up to his room. He grabs a pair of sweatpants-

and slides them on, slamming the drawers hard enough to rattle the dresser.

sighs and runs a hand through his hair, jumping off and taking the clothes out of the dryer. They're dry enough, exceptnotreally.

shrugs as he puts his clothes back on.

throws his mask to him. "I dried it for you." What would have sounded nice come out as bitter and cold. He leans in the hallway, holding-

himself with his arms.

catches it smoothly and puts it on after he's dressed, then goes over and leans not far from Heracles. "Just a few days, a'right?"

swallows then looks past him.

(GODAMNIT ENTER KEY I WASNT DONE YET)

[/waits for~]

"Sure." He turns and walks down the hall. "Be sure to slam the door a little hard, its sticks."

huffs and heads to the door, flipping his hood on and slamming the door shut behind him on the way out.

opens his fridge and grabs all the bottles of booze he can find. He doesn't need him. He's the fuckup, not Heracles. At least thats what he-

to himself.