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[Thread] [Suboshi and Shampoo]

Who: Suboshi (

adamancy) and Shampoo (

amazonianism)
What: And if you didn't think that it could possibly end yet, you are probably right. Shampoo makes the mistake of getting caught again! Which only serves to annoy Suboshi.
When: In the midst of the other disasterous shower encounters of the past timse.
Where: Suboshi's room.
Rating: R for the fact that you bathe nude, and probably for language, and yes. Joy!

This time, Shampoo had a brilliant plan. Or perhaps the plan was anything but excellent, though she certainly wasn't really able to care. This was simply silly. Perhaps she was overdue a good sit-down and talk with the magic journal (it stood to reason whatever brought them here also read their journals for the sake of amusement, if nothing else) about having someplace in which to keep her mind and version of sanity. Well enough until now, but the fact that the persons whose rooms she'd been utilizing previously were now developing almost a horribly keen sense of when to suddenly be where she benefited from them not being was tiring, when repeated often enough.

And yet it was like she couldn't prevent herself. The urge had been gorwing more and more in her breast, and sh finally just gave an irritated snort and knocked on the nearest door. No one answered, so she pushed, and with the benefit of a smidgeon of luck, found herself faced with an empty room. Personal touches, those inevitable to living, marked a downfall of a certain, innocent, naked sort.

Shampoo had staked a claim on the shower after closing the door with almost unnatural speed. Really, whenever she got near water, she was of two minds. One told her something horribly wrong would happen if she were to be exposed to anything cold, while the other said warm water was a savior. Perhaps they were the same voice; either way, combined with her need to be clean, Shampoo chose to favor the safe voice.

Because really, just for the moment where you felt the heat reach your bones, and your shoulders relaxed... Ahh, she could only miss the springs of home for their theraputic effect on her. Too bad shower-hopping generally didn't allow for long versions of these moments of relaxation.

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Sitting around inside tended to make Suboshi grow restless - besides, he didn't like being here in this castle - so he rarely stayed in his room unless he was there to make use of the bathroom or sleep. Since those two things had to happen daily (or each night), though, he had no choice but to spend a few hours in his room every day anyway, even if he wanted to be around Yui and his brother more instead.

He'd finally returned to his room, planning to take care of bathing now, but as he walked inside and made his way towards the bathroom, he realized that he could hear the sound of running water. That wasn't right. There shouldn't be anyone else in here, not when they had their own room to go to. And he knew it couldn't be his brother or Yui.

Suboshi's eyes narrowed slightly and he frowned. Instinctively, his hand travelled to the rope that connected his weapon and he grasped it, tugging it free from his waist. "Who's there?!"

Shampoo's eyes slid toward the entrance to the bathroom, and she frowned. Her luck was not with her today, it seemed. Still, did people really have to want to use their own showers at the same time as Shampoo?

She had been trying for anything but peak hours, after all.

Still, in a surprising degree of caution (or after a few previously less than pleasant such run ins before) Shampoo left the shower, making a far less than dry tactical move to the top of the door. She'd grabbed the towel, not out of an idea of modesty - she had nothing to be ashamed of - but rather out of the wish to not give her position away. (Besides, she only had bothered to close the room door. Bathroom doors were really odd inventions, in her mind.)

In the meantime, Shampoo thought this person should be very glad she hadn't been in the process of washing her hair. Shampoo hated being interrupted midway through that process.

Now she was only mildly displeased. ♥

Suboshi didn't wait for an answer. He continued on his way, ready to confront the intruder once he laid eyes on whoever it was. Who the hell did something like that, anyway, bathing in someone else's room while they weren't around? There were enough other rooms around here.

The bathroom door was open, which explained why the sound of running water had been loud enough to hear almost straightaway. Suboshi stepped past the doorway and into the middle of the bathroom and looked around.

"Where are you hiding?!"

There was nobody in the bathtub or standing anywhere he could see. But that was impossible, since the water couldn't have been turned on by itself.

Noticing the trail of water on the floor and near the door, Suboshi stared at it, following it with his gaze. It didn't really make a lot of sense to look up, but he automatically did once he got to the door. And gaped at what he saw. "Wh-what?! Who're you? This isn't your room!"

[OOC: I wasn't sure if he was supposed to be able to see her or not, so if this doesn't work, let me know and I can change it? XD]

"Ni hao!" She smiled and waved, a quick flick of the wrist before dropping down to land neatly in front of Suboshi, tightening the towel around her body.

"Shampoo know no is room. Is no have room. Most unfortunate oversight." Much like dripping over the floor was, but really, she had fairly sure footing. Not like she hadn't fond herself forced to fight in tight, slippery corridors before.

The way she was talking reminded him of the person who had called him a 'rude outsider' in that magic book. Maybe this was the same girl; he hadn't been paying that much attention then since he'd been too busy thinking about other things at the time. Either way, she'd still invaded his room and now there was a really strange wet girl standing in front of him in nothing but a towel, after jumping down from the top of a door.

Suboshi let go of his weapon. "What?" It was hard to make out what she was trying to say, talking like that. "Everyone's got a room around here," he replied crossly, more embarrassed by the discovery he'd ended up making and annoyed because of that now than angry at the intruder for taking advantage of his room. "Yours is probably somewhere else." Was there something wrong with her?

Shampoo made the conscious choice (which meant both much and nothing in this world) to speak in her native Chinese. "People must be intentionally thickheaded here."

She switched back into the broken Japanese she assumed was the language everyone spoke in Paradisa. "Tsk, is no room Shampoo's. No unable find room, silly. No room to find." Was there something wrong with his capacity for understanding? Generally, Shampoo would safely say yes; he wasn't the first person to be horribly inept when it came to understanding a simple, straight-forward problem.

"You no mind, Shampoo take care of water before is problem." She didn't enjoy tracking water everywhere, if partially for the tactical disadvantage, and partially because she hated getting cold feet. Besides, if he did decide to do something as inconvenient as attack, she'd rather not have to worry about where he'd be landing. Or where she would have to avoid, as the case may be.

"What?!" Suboshi bristled at that remark. Thickheaded? She'd better not be taking about him! And why didn't she stick with talking normally, if she could do that? Instead of that other way she'd just switched back to, which made it hard to understand what exactly she was trying to say again.

But he wasn't stupid. From what he could tell, even if she'd gone back to talking like there really was something wrong with her, she was telling him she didn't even have a room. That didn't make any sense. There had to be too many rooms to count around here, so how could that be possible?

Suboshi shook his head impatiently. He didn't care about the water. If she hadn't come in here to take a bath, that wouldn't have become a problem anyway, so it was too late for that. "You have a name, don't you?" he asked. "Look around for the door with that written on it."

The look Shampoo cast back on Suboshi carried such bemused condescension there didn't need to be words to clarify it's meaning. She was less than impressed with the majority of everyone she'd met, and he wasn't improving her opinion on the intelligence of the folks in this not-quite place. Least of all her opinion on his own comprehension skills.

"Is twenty room floor going up, going down." She flicked her wrist, loosely and somewhat irritably indicating both directions. "Is all rooms named, persons inside. You is," she thought, trying to recall the plaque on his door (she ignored pleasantries like names; they weren't on her mind, and thus, weren't largely important) "Suboshi. Is no room," she reiterated, tossing a second towel on the ground and flattening it with her foot to soak up the water still dripping from herself, "Say Shampoo. You no believe, is no problem." If he was stupid, that was certainly not Shampoo's problem. She wasn't out to impress idiots on how their plan of bashing their heads into one wall insisting it wasn't there would only give them headaches, and in particularly sweet cases, cause them to lose consciousness.

Though perhaps Shampoo had something to do with the latter.

This was getting old really fast. He knew all those things, she didn't need to tell him. If she really didn't have a room, that wasn't his problem, either. Maybe she wasn't even supposed to be here - then again, why were any of them here? Who decided who came here and got a room and who didn't? He didn't even want to be here.

"I don't care," he said and shook his head. "Just don't go around sneaking into other people's rooms." The fact that she was just a girl who had come here to take a bath had taken the wind out of his sails pretty much completely. She didn't seem to be any kind of threat, just annoying, nothing more.

"Are you going to put on some clothes?"

Did she have clothes with her? She hadn't come here naked or wearing a towel, right? Suboshi glanced around, trying to find out if there was a discarded pile of clothes anywhere. Other than that, he wasn't going to stand around and watch. If she got dressed, maybe she'd leave and wouldn't try anything like this again.

"Shampoo is clothed, silly person." In fact, she was; in the myriad of mysterious talents Shampoo possessed was her speed in which she could become robed. (And disrobed, if you need to be technical.)

She felt no remorse over sneaking anywhere - her idea of property at the moment was very fluid, let alone that on personal space. Hardly was she stealing something important, like his bed or his dinner.

Though she might try sometime - he looked fairly amusing, and Shampoo was not adverse to being entertained.

She was slipping back out to the door into the main hall, very calm, collected, and in her way, cheeky. In reality, it was mostly her absolute confidence, but it would be just as annoying either way. She had no self-doubt, and her life reflected this, down to her single-minded, unending pursuit of Ranma for the honor of herself and her village. Sweet girl, really, if you accepted that you being correct only correlated to her seeing your point as correct.

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