"Gil, I brought you a towel!" Oz called out merrily, giving the door a cursory knock before walking in - and then he froze in mid-stride.
Gilbert had just stood up, preparing to step out of the bath. Oz's gaze instinctively followed the water droplets trailing down his friend's body.
"Um," said Gilbert, as he watched the boy's eyes grow huge in his head.
"Gil..."
"Towel?" said Gilbert hopefully.
"Gil, that's - I had no idea!"
"Wha...what?" A note of panic crept into Gilbert's voice; he could not help but notice where his master was staring. He felt his face warm in a threatening manner and resisted the urge to cover himself.
"That's amazing, Gil! I'm so jealous!"
"What are you talking about?! Hurry and give me that towel!" The warmth across his cheeks was definitely not mere threat, but had bloomed into a flaming blush.
"Let me see, let me see!" Oz cried, radiating with glee as he advanced on his servant.
"What - what are you doing, you - wait - stop - STOP -"
The sounds of a short, muffled scream and a rather large splash echoed down the hallway.
"Oh, my," said Sharon, covering her mouth with a demure, gloved hand, her eyes shining expectantly.
"They certainly seem to be enjoying themselves," said Break.
"JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUCHING, YOU -!" cried the voice from down the hall.
Alice rose from her seat, shaking with rage. "What does that seaweed head think he's doing with my servant?" she growled, and stalked off toward the bath.
Break watched her go. "Do you suppose we should stop her?"
FIC: Raven/Oz: "Body"
Gilbert had just stood up, preparing to step out of the bath. Oz's gaze instinctively followed the water droplets trailing down his friend's body.
"Um," said Gilbert, as he watched the boy's eyes grow huge in his head.
"Gil..."
"Towel?" said Gilbert hopefully.
"Gil, that's - I had no idea!"
"Wha...what?" A note of panic crept into Gilbert's voice; he could not help but notice where his master was staring. He felt his face warm in a threatening manner and resisted the urge to cover himself.
"That's amazing, Gil! I'm so jealous!"
"What are you talking about?! Hurry and give me that towel!" The warmth across his cheeks was definitely not mere threat, but had bloomed into a flaming blush.
"Let me see, let me see!" Oz cried, radiating with glee as he advanced on his servant.
"What - what are you doing, you - wait - stop - STOP -"
The sounds of a short, muffled scream and a rather large splash echoed down the hallway.
"Oh, my," said Sharon, covering her mouth with a demure, gloved hand, her eyes shining expectantly.
"They certainly seem to be enjoying themselves," said Break.
"JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUCHING, YOU -!" cried the voice from down the hall.
Alice rose from her seat, shaking with rage. "What does that seaweed head think he's doing with my servant?" she growled, and stalked off toward the bath.
Break watched her go. "Do you suppose we should stop her?"
"Oh," said Sharon, "I wouldn't presume."