Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160722105819/@comment-26571677-20170703105646

Eridius could only reply with a confused, questioning glance, on guard and completely unknowing of the meaning behind Jett's words or actions. Why was she in the same shower as she? What was the meaning of hot? Why was her finger trailing across his abdomen, and most importantly, why did his face light up like an incandescent fire had struck up in his cheeks? All thoroughly perplexing questions that he could not answer.

"U-uhhh, Jett? I do not think Commander Helsing would appreciate I being in the same shower as you, not to mention the electronics in your wheelchair...I must respectfully ask you to leave, as I deal with these strange heat in my cheeks."

With the, he paced across the the handles on her wheelchair, and pushed her out the shower cubicle, locking the door behind him in an unusual haste.

He stood in the pounding rain, relishing in the stark drops of icy lava that burned their way onto his skin. The iciness of the water cleared his mind, and diminished the flame lit in him from before.

But while his body cleared, his mind was in overdrive. The mere seconds of affection displayed by Jett had been more than he'd ever experienced from Narreau, the most he'd ever received being a few nods of approval. Meanwhile, his tutor had only ever shown cold disdain and icy indifference.

"That was a...strange experience."