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Who: Shampoo (

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What: Shampoo, in the interem before she has a room, freely makes use of other people's rooms. Especially their showers. As Ryou is first to learn.
When: Sometime in the past week. She got around.
Where: Ryou's room.
Rating: R for technical nudity. And possibly language.

From what Shampoo could tell, it was a magical oversite that she'd been living under since her own arrival. While quite a few folk had appeared after her, complaining of being in rooms not their own, she liked to muse on the fact she herself had yet one which was actually hers. Being without a set area didn't much bother Shampoo - she was far too used to traveling to mind making do in a place of this size and comfort.

Still, she had to admit she was a bit envious of what passed as bathing chambers in the rooms. Perhaps a smidgen too much; but she was hardly going to let something as thin as propriety prevent her from enjoying a good bathing. Especially not after she'd found the closet filled with innumerable bathing supplies. She could admit to liking herself to be held to a certain standard of cleanliness and scent, and with the particulars of this scented shampoo she'd found, she could achieve those with pleasure.

And actually had, for the past half hour. The room's resident had been out at the time (she'd seen them leave), and so Shampoo had mosied on in and hadn't done anything more productive than scrub herself down since. Besides, with the sheer volume of hair she possessed, this process alone was time consuming. She hummed, turning her face into the water. Ahh, this was the life. Stolen moments in other people's showers.

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When Ryou entered his room, he took a deep breath and looked around. With the spirit of his Ring on the loose, he wasn't sure whether to worry about intruders. So far, nothing terrible had happened, and he felt he could relax a little. But as he walked further into his room, he realized he heard the sound of water running.

Eyes widening, Ryou reached for the first thing that could be used as a weapon: A nearby lamp. He hoisted it like a club and stepped closer to the bathroom, from where the sound of running water was emenating.

He could feel himself shaking as he approached the door, but he drew up all his courage. "W-Whoever you are... Get out of here! This is my room! I... I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't leave, I'll... I'll... I'll hit you!" Not entirely menacing, he realized, but he was proud of what he had managed.

Hm? Shampoo cocked her head to the side, then decided yes, she had heard someone speaking. "Just a minute," she called out, sing-song, making sure the rest of the shampoo came out - she hated the somewhat slick feeling residue left behind if improperly rinsed.

Finally content, she cut the water flow, pouting a little at the shower head when the water cut off as abruptly as it began, with the same heat maintained throughout. Really, at least the showers reflected the convenience of never-ending heat.

She reached for the convenient towel, which seemed to have been brought by one of the not-quite-servants that made living in this castle almost unnaturally easy. She toweled off, pressing her hair dry before finally stepping out of the shower, wrapping the towel securely around herself as she walked toward the door. A brush on the counter caught her eye, and Shampoo, in either a fit of kleptomaniac urges, or a hint of narcissistic tendencies, picked it up and began running it through her hair in something near bemusement. "Is person there?" She paused by the door.

Ryou's eyes widened further, in shock, as a young woman (clad only in a towel) stepped out to the threashold of his bathroom. The lamp in his hands slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor with a crash. Heat was building in his cheeks, and he hastily covered his eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" he apologized, with his already soft and shy voice muffled by his hands. "I'm sorry! I must've gotten the wrong room!"

Shampoo was mildly amused. "Is no good drop things. Might step on glass and bleed." Saying such, Shampoo delicately stepped around the lamp, with it's few chipped bits decorating the otherwise fairly clean floor. She knelt, picking up what was left and looking for the place from which it came. She enjoyed a degree of chaos, but generally only at her own causing. Otherwise, things were simply untidy, and given how the lamp wasn't going to be making another appearance in the glorious play of her life, she decided it may as well try to serve as a lamp again.

"You is very silly," she added, coming back to peer at his hands. "Is something in eyes?" She ran the found brush through her hair, watching the boy.

Pulling down his hand from his eyes, ever-so-slightly, Ryou managed a frown. "Um... Is this my room or not? I thought it was mine." He covered his eyes again, as she stepped closer. "A-ah, you're using my brush! And... And... Oh, my..."

Ryou gulped lightly, and began to back up.

"Is nice brush," Shampoo agreed magnanimously. "Work well with you hair?" She took a moment to somewhat admire his own mass of hair, before deciding he really could do with a bit of a trim and twisting her hair into a half-ponytail, trailing over her shoulder.

"Shampoo no bite," she said, smiling just a bit. She really had a sunny disposition, sometimes. (Like now, when she felt she had somewhat of an upper hand; if only in surprise.) "Is no bark either. Here," she said, plucking a few hairs of her deep purple out of the brush, offering it back to Ryou handle-first.

Ryou pulled down his hands again, and stared at the brush. "You're... You're one of those people in my book, aren't you?" he asked, before snatching the brush back. "Why are you in my room?" he continued, then muttered under his breath, "Could you put some clothes on, please?"

Shampoo straightened, giving a small roll of her shoulders as she made a noise halfway between a grunt and general noise of agreement. "Is no obvious? Shampoo here for shower." She turned around and walked back toward the bathroom, dropping her towel with a sigh as she heeded his second request with something approaching boredom.

"Very inconvenient, no have room." She paused, pulling on her dress before continuing as she fiddled with her hair. Perhaps she'd braid the wet mass today. Certainly it wouldn't dry anytime soon, but that was hardly an issue in her mind.

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