A long sigh finds it's way out of Seishu's lips as Enasi nods in agreement. [i]'Well, at least he agrees that it's not [b]entirely[/b] my fault that things go to hell so often'[/i] His mind falls silent moments later as he listens to what his counterpart has to say. His head comes up, resting his chin on Enasi's shoulder so he can listen better. He can not suppress a chuckle at Enasi suggesting a breaking of the rules. “Mister prim, proper, and made of pure goodness, wants to do something naughty. I like. . . .” His voice trails off and he gives the juncture where Enasi's neck meets his shoulders a light kiss. 

He openly whines when the Dream Guardian pulls away from him moment later and he begins pouting at the loss of contact. With a huff he wanders over to the wall for something to lean against while he waits. He pauses however and adopts a slightly wicked grin. While Enasi begins washing his body Seishu picks up the shampoo bottle and squirts some into his hand. Wandering in close he once more wraps an arm around Enasi's body but this time he uses the motion to pull him away from the spray a bit. Leaning down he whispers softly directly into Enasi's ear, “My turn.”

Taking his arm from around the other guardian's waist he tilts the smaller male's head back so the soap does not get in his eyes. As he begins lathering that red hair up with the fragrant yet not overpowering shampoo Seishu giggles softly. “You now smell like pie. . .I wonder how long until I can eat you up. . .” He runs his fingers over and over through those burgundy locks, his sharp nails scraping sensually across his scalp as he works the soap in deep.

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“Come on Spike, it's okay now, you can come out. . .” Rue speaks softly, trying to coax the scorpion out from under the bed. It had scuttled under there when no one was looking, some time before the fight between Enasi and Seishu, and now with a great number of snaps from it's claws, it refuses to come out. 

From the back wall Rasha calls out, “Let me handle this squirt!” Rue looks over as the trickster poofs into animal form and trots over to the spot where Rue is holding up the bed skirt. Rue bids him to be careful, but with a wave of his tail he vanishes into the darkness. The rest of the room watches with a mix of curiosity and exasperation at the vaguely arrogant display.