Getting Out of the Rain... Bwuh

[[OOC: Continuing on from this]]

'Matt' fumbled with his ID, though he managed to stick the paper-thin thing into the card slot of his dorm and bring it out. The lock beeped with recognition and unlatched itself from the door; he opened it, then stood aside, nodding to Cecilla to come in.

Ah, the rain. It had started like crazy, but that didn't stop Cecilla from dancing and going nuts. After getting drenched to the bone, here they were now, ready to dry up. However, the icy cold rain with the warmth of the dormitories hadn't helped much; now 'Matt' was shivering like crazy, and he wanted nothing more than to just take a bath, but he knew that Cecilla, who was very muddy, had to do that first.

Cecilla followed intently as Matt led her through the boy's dorm building to his dorm and watched curiously as he opened his dorm door with his ID. She then very carefully took off her rather muddy school shoes, and walked happily into his dorm when he gestured to her to do so, and stood to the side to let him in, shivering as her body adjusted to the warmth. She sighed with contentment as she began to scan her surroundings; her first conclusion? His dorm wasn't as crazy as hers, "Maybe I should invite Prince Matt over to my dorm soon~!"

"Prince Matt~ Your dorm is nice and toasty!" she exclaimed and then held up her muddy shoes, "Eheh... should I put these outside nya? Sorry I'm super duper muddy... I-I'll... uwaah..." she looked down to see that even the edges of her socks had become muddy and her left eye twitched in an almost comical way like it always did when she was super worried, freaked out or angry, "Even my sockies... Curses nya." she sighed, disappointed with herself.

'Matt', too, took off his shoes, grimacing at the wetness of his socks. It was a good thing his shoes repelled the mud well, though, because his socks were only wet with the rain. I suppose I can wash the mud off my shoes later.. he thought, wringing out a part of his hair.

It wasn't the same case for Cecilla, though. "It's fine, just set the shoes down..." he said. "You can take off your socks here, too, and leave them there. I'll take care of them. It's best if you just take a bath right now and warm up."

Let's see... Based on memory, there was only one large towel in the bathroom and a couple of small towels. Meh, he could get his own towel from the hallway. "I guess I have to give you some spare clothes as well, huh.." he asked, since Cecilla said that that was her only uniform.

"Nyeh..." Cecilla sniffled slightly as she placed her shoes in front of her and peeled her socks off, "These are yucky, I'll have to wash them thoroughly later nya... I guess all my clothes will need washing" she sighed, but smiled looking round at Matt. "Bath time..." she pondered to herself, "Prince Matt, where's your bathroom? Is your dorm set out the same as mine? It looks similar except mine has different decorations~!" she exclaimed.

"Oh... spare clothes..." she thought, "It must annoy him that I need to borrow his clothes too... I better make sure I don't do anything else to burden him... maybe I could see if there's some food still intact in my backpack"

"You don't mind if I borrow your clothes and use your bath? I-I can try to pay you back or something!" she exclaimed as she tugged on the ribbon under her collar, "Bath time~ Bath time~! You sure are a nice guy, Prince Matt!"

"Right there," he said, pointing toward a door at the right of the entrance. He hadn't been in any dorms beside his own, so he didn't know if all the dorms were the same. They probably were, to save the construction workers from harsh work.

"You don't have to worry about that.. Just go take a bath, alright? I'll set some clothes outside the door." He would say something like "wait a moment, I'll grab some clothes and you can take a bath afterward" but he didn't want her to catch a cold. Besides, he needed to dry up as well.

About her clothes... I can't wash them myself. he thought, feeling water dripping off his hair. The laundry room is in the hallway, and who knows how guys would react if they saw the uniform in there. The thought was nasty; Cecilla would have to clean them on her own.

"Can you throw me a small towel before taking a bath?" he requested. " There's a few in the bathroom."

"Oh! Your dorm is the same as mine! That makes sense nya~" Cecilla exclaimed whilst tucking her dripping hair into her collar so the floor wouldn't get too soggy, "Hm, my hair feels longer...", she questioned and then pulled some hair in front of her face. It was completely saturated and had gone a dark pinky red colour, and worst of all...

"Nein! Meine Uberlocken!!! Blöd Regen!!" she growled loudly in German at the loss of her curls and tugged at her hair. Without them her hair was boring, plain, and straight. So what if it was pink? So what if it had volume? It was still straight... She could never work out why so many girls would straighten out the waves in their hair. "Bwuh... I-I better go run the bath... and get you that towel... nyaha..." she laughed nervously as she slowly went to the bathroom, "Maybe he'll think nothing of the hair, I mean, everyones hair straightens out once it's gotten wet... right?"

It was clean and shiny, and the bath was really big! "I could fit two of me in there nya... think of all the bubbles! and my stupid hair..." she pondered as she stared at the bathtub, not letting the fact that someone had seen her without curly hair go.. She felt like an unmasked superhero. After finding where the towels were, she grabbed a small one just like Matt had asked and threw it to him, "Prince Matt, do you have bubble bath? I like bubbles!" she asked, trying to take her mind off things.

[[OOC: Cecilla said (more like growled) "No! My supercurls! Stupid rain!" in German :3]]

That was.. German, wasn't it? he thought, surprised that Cecilla was so pissed off. What exactly was she pissed off about? Maybe it was a good thing he couldn't see; he had no idea that Cecilla's hair had changed because of the rain, and he wouldn't really care if he did know. Hair was hair; though every girl preferred it some way, he was fine as long as it didn't look like they stuck their head inside of a pot.

'Matt' wasn't paying attention, and a towel flew right into the right side of his face, the one with the fringe. It was warm compared to his cold body, and quite fluffy. He dislodged it from his cheek, glancing toward the bathroom. "Yes... I have some in the cupboard under the sink.. It's a pink bottle.. Use as much as you like."

He sounded embarrassed. So who cared if he had cherry blossom bubble bath (it also worked as body wash) from Bath and Body Works! It smelled good! "I'm heading to my room now. Go ahead and use anything in the bathroom," he announced, rubbing his wet neck with the towel.

After hearing Matt's reply to her question, Cecilla jumped down in front of the cupboard and opened it to see various bottles. "Aha! There you are nya!" she exclaimed after seeing a pink bottle which said 'Cherry Blossom Bubble Bath', "It looks pretty~!". She then took the lid off the bottle and smelled it, "It smells pretty too! Nyaha~ Prince Matt has good taste!", she replaced the lid and shook it a little. Looking back into the cupboard, Cecilla decided to be nosy and take a look... it wasn't particularly interesting just more bottles of washing things, "I wonder if Prince Matt has a rubber ducky... hmm...".

When she got bored of being nosy, she walked over to the bath, put the plug in, and turned the hot tap to full and the cold tap a quarter of the way round. Cecilla liked to be half cooked by the time she had gotten out of the bath or shower. Her excuse? Boil the yuckyness away! She then took the bottle of bubble bath and poured lots in, and soon the bath was getting bubblier and bubblier. As the water was running, she heard Matt call through, "Nyaaa~ Okies, Prince Matt! I'll shout if I'm drowning or... bubble violently... one of the two nya!" Cecilla called back. She was good at falling asleep during baths whilst reading, which is why she usually took showers instead of baths.

Finally the bath had finished running, so Cecilla closed the bathroom door, threw her clothes off in the most dramatic, superhero way possible and got into the bath, "Bubbly bubbly yay!!" she exclaimed, sinking into the bubbles, and punching some that were floating into the air.

'Matt' retreated to his room, rubbing the towel against his hair, ruffling up his hair. He had to dry his hair right away, he fretted as he walked up to a mirror. He had been able to hide it before, but now that he finally got a towel it was as if his hair had relaxed. His dead eye was showing like crazy now.

I'll need to use a--CHOO! 'Matt' sneezed violently, then sighed. No, he needed to dry up or else he'd have a cold for days. The junior covered half of his face with the towel and headed out of the dorm.

--- Few minutes latarz ---

'Matt' walked in again with a couple of fresh, large towels. There was the sound of splashing inside the bathroom door, so he tossed a towel at the foot of the door, in case Cecilla needed another one, then made way to his room with two of them. Sitting on one towel, he carefully peeled off his sopping shirt and dried his chest with the towel. .. I want tea.

The bubbles slowly depleted as Cecilla continued to splash and enjoy her very hot bath. When she noticed there were less bubbles, she sunk down and bubbled the water in an attempt to create more. "Bwuh... must make more bubblyness! Bubble bubble..." she thought to herself as she splashed around more and then cast her mind back over the day, "Nyah, it was fun, I hope everyone here is as awesome as Prince Matt... All this warmth is making me tired..." she sunk down further into the water. The day had worn her out, and her eyes were slowly closing...

"NO!" she shouted as she sat up abruptly, violently splashing the water around her, "I won't fall asleep!" she announced loudly after realising the consequenses of falling asleep; she could drown, shrivel up... or worse... Matt wouldn't get to take a bath! "That would be bad... maybe I should try some keeping awake techniques!" she thought proudly, and grabbed a bottle with a label saying 'shampoo'. She poured some of the sweet smelling liquid out into her palm and roughly rubbed it into her hair, "This'll keep me awake! Rawr!". After rinsing all the bubbles out of her hair, she once again rested... "S-still tired..."

'Matt' had dressed into a dry pair of PJ pants and T-shirt that said the first line of 'Don't say "LAZY"' on it, and was now furiously rubbing his hair with a towel like how a dog would rub its head against the nearest dry surface to get rid of the moisture out of its fur. A kettle in the kitchen was boiling tea on a painfully slow rate, the rice cooker was doing its work, and he had turned the heater on despite the bill it would cost. Despite all this preparation, he was still damn cold and he knew he would be for a while.

Hopefully I won't get sick... he thought, sniffing. He had picked out some clothes for Cecilla; no doubt her underwear was muddied up, too, so he had folded a clean pair of boxers (how embarrassing) for her and a t-shirt with a muffin on it (someone threw it at him to bully him, but he found it insanely cute, which it was). He didn't have pants for her, though; any pair of pants, no matter how old they were, would be way too long for Cecilla. 'Matt' had left the clothes on top of the towel he had placed outside the bathroom door before.

I wonder what's going on in there... he thought, hearing faint splashes. The bedroom wasn't too close to the bathroom, and yet he heard quite a bit of noise. Ah, oh well. He resumed to drying his hair.

"Splash splash splash nya..." Cecilla said to herself sleepily as she waved her arm through the bath water with her eyes wanting to close... the bath was still warm and there were still lots of bubbles, instead of trying to keep herself awake (something that was obviously futile), she decided to get out of the bath. "Okies, I'm gonna get out... yes... even though it's so warm and snuggly and lovely... Prince Matt needs the bath... and I don't wanna fall asleep~" she said to herself as she tried to get out of the bath, "Nyaaaaaaa..." she yawned, and slipped back into the water, "must... get out... of... bath nya...".

After a few other attempts, she finally made it out; the bathroom was steamy from all the heat and it was warm, "Nya, it's like a sauna in here~ nice and warm" she thought, "Now... let's find a towel nya~". She walked around trying to see through all the steam and finally found the towel rail, she then swpied a towel and wrapped it over her head and around her body, like a cloak. "Nya... time to find Prince Matt nya... and some clothes~" she said sleepily as she opened the door.

'Matt' had fallen face first into his bed (he was rather clumsy) and refused to get back up. It was sooo waaarm, and the moment he fell he went into a half-conscious daze. Hell, keep this up and he'd really pass out from either lack of oxygen or just from sleepiness.

Move... he thought to himself. With great effort, he rolled himself over, allowing himself a breath of fresh air. His hair was still damp; even with all his effort it had refused to dry, as if knowing that it would be plopped into some hot water later when he took his bath. The fringe that covered his dead eye was split into three pieces; best he could do was keep a small towel on his head to weigh down his hair and keep his eye from being seen.

It's cold... he thought, hearing the kettle whistle. Time for tea.. ... You'd think he be scared of tea after that incident.... ....................................--

The sheet of hair moved aside, revealing a closed eyes with scars around it. He fell asleep.

[[OOC: Damn, Karatsu can really lose the willpower to stay awake when physically tired XD]]

When she got out of the bathroom Cecilla flopped on the floor, "The air is clear~ I can breathe nya~" she mumbled sleepily whilst taking deep breaths, the hot bath really steamed the bathroom up, and she watched the steam float out above her head. She then noticed a pile of clothes and a towel and decided to investigate; there was a shirt with a muffin on it and a pair of boxers. The muffin on the shirt was exceptionally cute, and the boxers were... well, boxers! "Nyaha~ The clothes fairy likes me~" she exclaimed in a sleepy voice and then stood up clumsily, taking the clothes, "I guess Prince Matt put these here for me~ How sweet nya~ I wonder how he knew I liked boxers and muffins~ Maybe he's magic...heheh... " she said to herself as she walked back into the bathroom and changed into the clothes.

A few minutes later, she wandered out with her muddy clothes folded up, and her towel also folded, "These are comfy~ I wonder where Prince Matt has gone~". She walked through to the living room, rubbing her eyes. She checked around, but didn't see him anywhere, so she checked the kitchen, but once again he wasn't there, "Prince Ma~tt~ Are you playing hide and seek nyaaa~?" she called, her voice breaking from fatigue. "Maybe he's in his bedroom..." she wondered, yawning.

'Matt' was still sleeping away. He was pale, and the only way you could tell he was alive because of his breathing. Well, he was always pale, but... He seemed just a bit paler. In his subconscious he heard Cecilla's voice; in reply he muttered, "No, shut up alarm clock. I'll kill you." He flopped an arm up as he always did when he was about to smash an alarm clock into smithereens. However, as if knowing there was no alarm clock in the first place, it wobbled a bit, then fell. The back side of his hand landed smack onto his bad eye.

"Wah!" He sat up, surprised that his face was stinging. It was warm.. He was about to fall back asleep when he heard the tea kettle whistling. Alarmed, he ran toward the kitchen, passed by Cecilla, stopped running, then backed up.

"Oh, you're done with your bath..." he said the obvious, pressing down on his still damp hair. "How was it?"

"N-nya...?!" Cecilla squeaked as Matt ran past her and then walked backwards to her, "It was bubbly... and wa~rm and bubbly and cosy and bubbly and the bath was big and... and... I liked it lots, heehee" she replied and paused to yawn, "I'm nice and toasty now, thankies lots, Prince Matt~ And thankies for the clothes~ I kinda assumed you put them there for me, eheh... the muffin is really cute..." she yawned once again and smiled. What was with all the yawning? Cecilla guessed it was getting late, though she hadn't had a chance to check the time since they arrived at Matt's dorm. She was getting hungry, too. Soon her tummy might be telling her to go eat.

"Prince Matt, where should I put my muddy clothes?" she asked as she held out the pile of folded, muddy clothes, "and do you know what the time is? I don't exactly know, but I think bathtime for you nya~". Her clothes had now dried and the mud along with them, so it was possible to just pick the pieces of mud off. Convenient, because otherwise washing them would just result in muddy water making the clothes twice as muddy.

"Ah.. Yeah. Your welcome," he replied, distracted by the tea kettle. Not only was the tea ready, it was gettin' on his nerves, too. 'Matt' could really get annoyed by repetitive sounds.... such as alarm clocks!

A bath sounded wonderful, but he needed to turn off that damn kettle first. "You can just set down your clothes anywhere until it's time for you to leave," he replied, walking to the kitchen (which was right across the bathroom ;; ).

He turned off the stove and opened the kettle. A large amount of steam emitted from it; he carefully took out the tea bag and set it down, sighing lightly at the scent. It was a good thing that black tea was better the longer you boiled it.

He glanced at large, digital clock that was a part of the stove. "Time passed... It's eight right now." Well past dinner time, too. He would have loved to do a few things (cook, clean, bleh) but first off he had to take a bath.

He took out two ceramic cups, poured tea into them, then got out a small bowl of condensed milk. He spooned some of it into his cup, stirred, then set the bowl down as well.

"I'm going to take my bath now, so drink some tea while I'm doing it. Feel free to do anything here.. Just don't wreck the place while I'm gone." It was the first time he left someone totally alone in his house without him being there, but he had to trust Cecilla. He disappeared into the bathroom, firmly shutting the door behind him.

"I'll put them over here then~ that way, I won't forget them~" Cecilla said as she wandered into the living room and set her belongings down carefully beside the sofa, and then turned back and followed Matt into the kitchen. After hearing Matt tell her the time, Cecilla's eyes widened; "E-eight? Buh... that means we missed dinner... dinner nya..." she mumbled and froze, watching Matt pour the tea, "It smells pretty~"

She then looked up at Matt, "Okie dokie~ Have a nice bath nya~" she replied, "and pinky promise I won't do any bad things~ nyaaaa..." she yawned, and after Matt had gone into the bathroom, she took a cup of tea and slowly drank it. "Hmm... this is different~ It makes a change to all the apple juice and the lemonade nya. Yummy~" When she finished, she went to the living room and sat down on the sofa; it was really comfy, so she decided to lay down and rest.

In the bathroom, 'Matt' filled the bath, drinking his tea as he waited. The air in the bathroom was steaming in comparison to the warm dorm. He was sweating despite that moments ago he was shivering. Ah, well, the warmer he was the better. He stripped off his clothes, put them in a dry spot (which was rather hard to find), and slipped into the bathtub.

----- One very nice and refreshing bath later -----

He wanted to stay in longer, but it sounded like Cecilla was hungry (and he was too).. Meh. He got out of the bath, drained it, dried himself, put on his clothes, then began to scrub at his hair with a small towel. He had taken so long to dry it before and yet it had been drenched again. At least it's warm this time~ he thought, getting out to the hairdryer. He set the air to cold and blasted it at his scalp, feeling refreshed after the hot bath.

After his hair was dry 'Matt' took the now empty ceramic cup and exited the bathroom. The air, cold after the bath, hit him in a wave. He checked the clock; only thirty minutes had passed since he started the bath.

"Cecilla? Are you hungry?" he called, wondering where she was. He didn't hear anything.

Cecilla squished down into the sofa and rested her head on a cushion and stared ahead sleepily, thinking to herself, "nya... I wish I has my curlers... then I can sort out my stupid... nyaaaaaah~ ...hair...". She tugged at her hair slowly, "Nice and soft nya... Prince Matt has nice shampoo... I should ask him where he gets it from..." she continued to think to to prevent herself from falling asleep.

As she continued her thoughs she wriggled and shuffled around, trying to get comfortable, "I wonder if Prince Matt is really a superhero and hides all his awesome superhero things around here...?" she grinned sleepily at the thought and then suddenly returned to a serious expression, "No! He said quite clearly to not wreck the place... and... and... nyaaaah, snooping around isn't good...". Her eyelids started to drop, "isn't good... at... all nya..." she mumbled as she dropped off to sleep on the sofa.

Whilst asleep she snored squeakily and wriggled around. She was deeply asleep, dreaming about the possibilities of Matt being a superhero and then her being his 'uber sidekick'. During her sleep and constant wriggling she managed to fall off the sofa, and onto the floor with a thud. However, she continued to sleep deeply and snore slightly quieter than before.

Eh? Did she leave? 'Matt' thought. That made perfect sense to him, since it was late and she was probably hungry. After all, he had said she could do whatever she wanted to do; leaving the dorm was perfectly acceptable. Though I hope she took an umbrella with her. It's still pouring out. he thought.

A loud WHUMP reached his ears. Sounds like it came from the living room.. he thought, a bit startled. What the hell was that? He cautiously made his way to the living room, only to see that Cecilla was on the floor. He crouched down, looking at her carefully. It looked like she fell down there.

It's not good for her to sleep here, though.. he thought. Wah, he understood if she was tired, but still, sleeping on the ground was not good. He hesitated for a moment, then poked her cheek a few times (it was a great way to wake someone up). "Lady Cecilla, it's bad for you to sleep on the ground!" he called, poking her again.

"Lady Cecilla, it's bad for you to sleep on the ground!"

Cecilla heard Prince Matt calling her in her dream; she was taking a nap atop a building, "just one more minute nya... one more minute...", he stood there looking at her with a sweatdrop on his forehead and pulling a '-____-' face. Cecilla just continued to sleep lightly at his feet with a '-w-' expression, yes, Cecilla dreamt in anime!

Suddenly, the dream bubble popped as Cecilla (finally) felt her cheek being poked. Her only response was to squeak, and turn over onto her tummy with her head hidden beneath all her hair. "Mmmph mmm mph mmm mmm mph mph!!" she sleepily said into the floor, which translated into "You'll never take me alive!!". She had realised Matt had really been poking her and trying to wake her up, and decided to childishly resist whilst giggling squeakily.

'Matt' had to resist the urge to flinch when Cecilla flipped over. I doubt she'll be awake like that... he thought as she buried her face into the carpet. She was going to pass out from lack of oxygen at this rate. Thank goodness he had vacuumed only yesterday.

What in the world is she saying? he wondered to himself, raising his eyebrows. "Come on Lady Cecilla... If you want to sleep you can go on the bed, but don't sleep here," he said, shaking her shoulder a bit. She really wanted to stay asleep, didn't she?!

"Nyuuuuu!!! Heeheehee!!" Cecilla giggled into the carpet, she was waking up properly now, though she still felt a bit tired. The bed sounded like a good idea, but Cecilla was too lazy to move that far. Besides, she'd slept in less comfy places! Like the really uncomfy office chair she used to have in her room, or upside-down on a sofa.

After deciding that it was probably going to annoy Matt if she stayed like that for ages, she rolled over onto her back to face him. She then rubbed her eyes and smiled brightly at him, "Hi Prince Matt~~ Your floor is comfy!" she said, raising her hand up to his face and flicking his fringe a little, just like a cat would try to hit something if you held it over it's head, "Did you have a nice bath~?" she flicked his fringe again and giggled.

'Matt' jerked back when her fingers lightly hit his fringe, but that didn't stop her from hitting it again. Damn him and his inability to tell how far away things are. She reminds me of a cat... A bunny cat. he thought, looking down at the girl rather intently. He looked rather scary, but all in all he was just trying to see if he could see her better without leaning down. Cecilla could be represented by a bunch of animals, couldn't she?

He understood what she meant by his floor was quite comfortable. He had fallen asleep on it plenty of times, though he was always sore afterward. "Un, I did," he answered, smiling a bit.

Well, at least she was awake now. "Like I said before, you can go on the bed if you want to sleep. I won't mind if you do. But if you're hungry, I'll make some food in a few minutes and we can eat before sleeping." There was no point in saying that Cecilla would go back to her dorm before sleeping. The rain was pounding away and would probably stop in the morning.