Seishu perks up happily as Enasi agrees to wash his hair and turns around to give him better access to it. He is purring from the moment the other guardian lays hands on his long locks, the touch rather stimulating. He can't help but smile at the ceiling at the question. “Well, save for the exceptions, I am expending a small portion of my energy keeping it clean and pretty.” he murmurs, turning slightly to look at Enasi. “Since I only have minions piled on me when I want them there, and they leave without my needing to pick them up, I have much less use for my physical energies. So, I just use them to keep my hair untangled and clean. For the most part.”

He chuckles, turning to look back at the ceiling. “Just like I use my magic to float about and make my clothing look sexy and epic all at once.” He lets out a purring sigh, becoming a bit aroused. “Your station requires certain things of you, and mine of me. Mine just happens to leave me looking like a vampiric god, while you looking like a well washed street thug.” He chuckles, sticking his tongue out at his counterpart before falling silent, just enjoying the touch.

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Looking around the group, Kaila can tell what is on everyone's mind with barely a glance and he shakes his head. “I know it is tempting, knowing he is alive somewhere, to want to call him in whenever things get tough, however. . . .”He looks down at the bloody report in front of him, his insides burning. “We need to be strong for him. Once he is recovered, he will return, and we will have peace once again, but the more we call before he is ready, the longer it will be, and the more blood there will be shed. So, no. We will handle this ourselves.” He looks back around the group and sees the reluctant acceptance of his words. Though reluctant, the acceptance is solid and he doesn't worry about anyone going against his decision.

Rolling up the report he turns and walks away from the gathered minions, needing some time to think. The message in the report is harrowing, painful, and he knows the minions need something to keep them from spiraling. He's never been good at the cheering up thing however and leaves it to Tiski to come up with something. Ran and Lan follow him however, waiting for some kind of instruction while Tyar drifts along, keeping an eye on the upset Second.

He stops a good way from the center of camp, the nightmares and minions nearby working on sorting their supplies so they are not paying attention to anything else. Turning, Kaila plants his back on a tree and looks over his group, trying to find an answer that will cause the least amount of bloodshed. Bringing the fist balled up around the report up in front of his face, he stares at in, a fang coming out to chew on his lip for an instant before sliding back out of sight.

The report is on a group that had been captured by a field patrol of Gin's. Unfortunately, Gin himself has taken a more active role in hunting them down and was actually with the patrol when the team was captured. He'd done. . .Horrific things to the team, every one of them dying bloody save for the last one which finally gave in and said something. What exactly was said is unsure, the person who wrote the report doing so in a hurry and barely surviving long enough to get the message out. The spray of blood was fresh when the scroll arrived and from the smell, Kaila could tell that one of the spies left with Gin was no longer able to fulfill her duties. The only indication of what was said by the lone survivor was that Gin came out looking happy, and that he ordered they leave the nightmare alive for “later”.

Looking out over the trees Kaila sighs, the only sign that he's anything but a solid rock for the other minions. [i]'We don't know if the nightmare told him where we are, or redirected him somewhere else, or what. . .We may have to leave. . .This is the safest place for us. This is the most well protected area in the realm. Any place we would run to. . . We couldn't say together. The concentration of us would draw attention, and that would keep them from capturing us all at once, but that would leave each group with less protection. . .Normally I would go ask Master Seishu about something like this, but. . .If I told him, he would come back, and insist on rescuing the survivor himself, and. . .'[/i] He turns and looks off towards the direction the report came from. [i]'I want to rescue them too. I want to rip Gin's face from his body for all this heartless slaughter of his. . .I want. . . .So many things. . . .'[/i]

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Once his hair is washed Seishu insists on washing Enasi's in return. After a little pouting, he has his hands buried in those ruby red locks and he is smile quite happily. Rasha looks all the jealous and lays pouting under the chair, looking limp and wistful. It doesn't take nearly as long to wash the smaller man's hair, but Seishu does take his time, making sure to get every strand of that lovely head of hair. Once he's done he pulls Enasi into a hug from behind, obviously still “happy” from his own hair washing. He purrs softly, nibbling on the other's ear in a way that makes Rasha's ears perk up. He's not really proposing they get busy in the pool, but he does want to remind Enasi of the plans they made in Their World and to let him know he's ready any time.