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You will?

[She seemed surprised. As she was figuring out what to say to him, she probably picked one of the stranger routes.]

Should I go put on that nice dress? I mean, I don't mind. It's not bothersome or anything if you want to... you know, look.

I, ah. Mm.

[The shade of his face deepened even further, mortification forcing him to look away from her.]

Look, Pyro. Don't... What I said— it, well.

[He scratches at his face, his hand moving to fiddle with his hood and voluntarily pull it atop his head. It's not much cover- he misses his hat.]

It's fine, Sniper. It won't bother me.

[Poking her index fingers together, she shyly looked down at the ground.]

Actually, it's sort of nice that someone wants to look at me. I mean--it's not like I have the body of Scout's mother or anything. I know that much.

[Placing a hand on top of her head, she scratched the back of it while laughing nervously.]

[He fumbled with his hat again, wanting so badly to escape the topic. Unfortunately, it wasn't as though he could erase what he'd said from her mind. He decided it was better to try and deal with it, and manage the damage as best as possible.]

What I said... I didn't expect you to hear that. Maybe you could, um. Forget I said anything. It was improper of me.

[Well, it didn't hurt to try.]

It wasn't improper. You didn't say anything that was crude. Everything you said about me was really nice, I liked it a lot. That's why I licked you, it made me happy.

[Bending down on her knees, she tried to get a good look at his face from the hat he hid under. Smiling with a huge amount of pinkish tint on her face, she chuckled.]

I'll go put it on right now, OK?

[He bit back a cringe at her comment about licking him. It was one thing for a dog to lick him, but thinking of said dog as Pyro made him even more unsure about the conversation he'd been trapped in. It was awkward enough as it was without the thought of Pyro— the woman, not the dog— in the same position.]

I'd rather you didn't.

Why not? You like it.

[Sighing, she placed her hands over her face as the sting to her cheeks got stronger.]

For some reason, I like it too. So it's fine. There's nothing wrong with looking at me.

[Standing up, she headed to her room before stopping for a moment and turning her head back.]

Just wait here.

[There was nothing wrong with looking at her? RED couldn't imagine why she'd think so, and was appalled with himself for that feeling of perversion starting to course through him again when he thought of her in that dress. He sighed irritably as she headed up the stairs. What was wrong with him?

He knew good and well what it was, but was loathe to admit it. Instead, he nodded numbly, waiting until she was out of sight to eye the door again. On one hand, she... apparently didn't mind him wanting to look at her. That should have been a good thing, but the fact that they were coworkers looming over him, he didn't want her getting the wrong impression, thinking of him in the way he was starting to unfortunately think of her.

Despite his concerns, he found himself waiting there nonetheless, unable to bring himself to move. He knew she'd find him in no time with his running speed, anyway.]

[Putting on the dress in record time, Pyro knew if she didn't change quick Sniper might try to go wandering off on his own again.

After making sure the dress was layered properly, she briefly looked at herself in the mirror and pondered her body. Bare legs and arms covered in scars, a lack of breasts, a giant bottom that knocked things over and a bit of a belly.

This was... attractive? All the women in the magazines her comrades looked at had breasts, usually quite giant ones at that. Tilting her head curiously, she raised up both of her hands to put on a headband with a giant red bow on the side to her hair.]

I suppose even if I try to be like a man, I can never fully understand the working of a man's brain.

[Laughing miserably to herself, she exited her room and headed back downstairs to find Sniper.]

Um, hello. I'm finished.

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[His attention was drawn to her the moment she spoke; he averted his eyes almost immediately, conscious of how they trailed down her frame to her bare legs, taking in every curve.]

Right. It's, um. Still a nice dress.

Thank you.

[Walking up to him, she then noticed the smell of an unclean man. It was a rather common smell around the base but being around two Snipers now, she noticed who tended to reek the most.]

You should take a bath, it'd be good for your aches and pains. Do you know what a hot spring is, Sniper?

[He continued to keep his eyes off her, scratching his scruffy face.]

I do, but I'm not that dirty.

Nonsense, the aroma in the air tells otherwise.

Don't worry, I can help you bathe. Hot springs are very good for you. They have a very high mineral content.

Help?

[Given his current mood and the lump building in his throat, that came out a bit more nervous than he'd intended.]

I'll bathe if ya want, but I don't need your help. Got it?

You won't bathe properly in your condition.

[Shrugging, she continued on.]

Don't worry, in my country when someone is naked it is not something to be shameful about. When we are all naked we are equals.

I've done it once like this. I'll be fine, I promise.

[He let the fact about her country slide without comment, as the only thing he could think of in response was, "What kind of a mental place is Japan, anyway?" With that pause, his eyes returned to her- they were on her face for a moment before he caught himself glancing elsewhere again.

Yes, he was going to chalk up that behavior to the medication, as well.]

How can you get your back? That's one of the most important spots.

[Placing a fingertip against her chin, she tapped it there lightly with some thought.]

I always used to wash others backs back home, in return they washed mine. You know that say, I wash your back, if you'll wash mine? We follow that rule literally.

[It was wonderful how she didn't mention most of the time that the sexes bathed separately unless it was some sort of sleazy get away to make love.]

I just thought it'd be nice. I haven't got to go to one and do it properly in years. Nowadays I would just scare everyone back home if I went to one. They would stare at me in a mean way. If I take one with Sniper he won't do so! I know it!

[Sniper's brow knitted together as he tried— very hard, mind you— to think of anything aside from sharing a space with Pyro while both of them were in the buff. Even ogling her in the dress was an improvement.]

That's not the way we do things in Australia, pumpkin. It's not proper of me to see you, er. Nude.

[And as he said that, another thought crossed his mind, one he tried to squash immediately for its brazenness: what if she wanted to bathe with him as some way to reciprocate what he'd unintentionally admitted to her? It was that impression he'd not wanted her to have— that he cared, or felt anything for her beyond polite acquaintanceship. He swallowed stiffly; that was ridiculous. It was her he wanted to spare the embarrassment. He wanted nothing to do with her.

And yet, he listened to her question with eager ears, wanting to appease her in some way. She had taken care of him in the hospital, fed him, clothed him... kind of- it was only fair he return some of her hospitality. He'd put his foot down if she got the wrong idea, he decided, but until then...

He caught himself staring again, cursing under his breath.]

Well, I... suppose once couldn't hurt. Just because ya haven't had one in years.

I'm glad you agreed! There's no reason to be shy, I've seen you plenty of times naked before!

[Running off to get a set of towels, Pyro also grabbed Sniper a change of clothes she knew he probably desperately needed. When she came back, she was holding a box of soap in her mouth and shampoo, conditioner and washrags on top of the towels in her arms.]

Mnnn rfffreaffy! Lesssh goh! leshh goh!

[Running about him in circles excitedly, she finally came to a stop and continued talking in a muffled voice.]

I'llll cleeen juu upft rveall guffdft!

Fantastic. Can't wait.

[The sarcasm that laced his voice was hardly dulled by the visible wince he had as he was reminded of the many, many times she'd already seen him in the nude.]

ohhhhkeeeee! Jshump ohn muh backft!

[Squatting down a bit, she seriously expected him to ride along with her by using her as a vehicle of some sort.]

[He rolled his eyes.]

Ya think that's a good idea with my leg and arm the way they are?

[Spitting the soap box out of her mouth at that question, she glared.]

Oh, that's right. Hm. I'll carry you properly then. I just need to go get a backpack.

[Going to the coat closet, she searched about for the one she often used to bring back bacon in. Upon finding it, she began shoving everything inside. Zipping it up when finished, she placed it on her back and went over to Sniper.]

Come into my arms.

[Attempting to pick him up as gracefully and gently as she could, when she had him up in her arms she looked at his long lanky legs and realized she could have a bit of a problem if she didn't keep him up high enough. With legs like that, they could drag on the ground... ]

All comfy?

[Though he started to protest vocally as she picked him up, Sniper didn't fight too much, concerned he'd end up injuring himself and setting back his recovery by another week. With the way things were going, he couldn't afford that kind of misstep.

He rubbed his hand down his face, knowing he wasn't getting out of this bath thing now. He just had to take control of the situation. Put his foot down. Not break her heart or anything, but make her aware he wasn't interested in anything like that with her, and that what he'd thought he was admitting to Chibi was... something else entirely. The plan was still a work in progress.]

As much as I'm goin' to get, I expect.

[With that, she nodded and headed out the doors. Surprisingly where they were going didn't seem to be quite far off. For Sniper, this would save him the embarrassment of anyone in public seeing him being carried by a woman.

When they arrived at their destination, the sky surrounding them seemed to become steamer and steamer. The heat was enough to get Pyro letting out an audible moan that may or may not of sounded a little inappropriate.

When they reached the gated wooden doors surrounding the spring, Pyro set Sniper down and began to undo the lock before pushing the gate open. Inside was a large and rounded hot spring that was surrounded with rocks and a stream of never-ending hot water pouring into the spring.]

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