Welcome to Gaia! ::

"No s**t, Sherlock." Otto barked at Tuck, curling his lip in disgruntlement.

"I ain't getting naked," Tuck laughed as he reached over his shoulder so that he could tug his shirt off over his head. The tee was tossed in Otto's direction, mostly because Tuck was a little worried the kid's head might burst into flames.

Bare-chested, now, Tuck braced his hands on his hips and scanned the room.

"Now you gotta tell me what the ******** happened, either one of you."

Perfect. Even though he adamantly refused to get naked, Tuck was already stripping further for other hapless souls. Eventually, someone would beg him for his pants. But she was more than happy with the view for now - though it was hard to forget how well built both Tuck and Dakota were, the day they'd woken her up.

She had so many high hopes for Deus, that day. She almost wanted to blame the two for how utterly disappointing it had been afterwards - but it was hard to blame anyone when they were shirtless.

She patted his chest in appreciation, and nodded. "Baby steps, my friend. Baby steps."

Otto finally explained the situation to Tuck - and Maebe belatedly hoped he didn't think he was ever going to get a straight answer out of her. But there were worse things to be turned into, than kittens. "I don't think the toilet paper was our fault. But it sure was fun while it lasted." She picked up a shredded roll, unravelled it playfully, and then chuckled it with an underhanded throw at Otto's retreating form.

Peyton had slept through the startled sounds around her, the murmuring drowsiness of America, but having a coat rather suddenly thrust upon her person had pale eyes snapping open and wild curls flying as she sat up abruptly from where she'd been laying more or less across Taym's lap. For a moment she was completely lost as to what was happening, distracted by the sight of a hallway littered with.. with.

Why the ******** am I naked!?

The girl gave a startled, strangled little grunt as she clutched the coat around her more securely. Backing up rapidly until her back was to the wall, and despite his failed attempts to keep from laughing, pressed from shoulder to hip against the only clothed person present. Feeling exceedingly self conscious she popped the collar, shoulder hunching up so the pale fabric hide a good amount of flaming cheeks, and she too sought to hide her eyes, face pressing into Taym's shirt covered shoulder. "What the ********, what the ********. What the ********."

If the wall could have opened up at her back and swallowed her up, that would have been nice.

She didn't even notice America on the other side of the Death hunter, but she sure as <********> picked up Maeb'e voice above the others, and flaming cheeks suddenly drained of all color. Sorry Otto, you were on your own. Peyton was too busy wanting to die.

"I can't believe you missed it either." There was over-exaggerated disappointment in her voice. "It's like God doesn't love me, or something." But he must have, because Tuck moved into the line of fire just in time to get a roll of toilet paper chucked at him, and Maebe let out a loud choke of laughter, quickly stifling it behind one hand. "Oh, Tuck." She chuckled out. "Pretty, and useful. I've missed you."

She really hadn't. She hadn't even realized he was gone. But it was nice to dream.

God continued to shine down favoritism on her, when she caught the sound of Peyton's embarrassed voice. She perked with excitement, and gave Tuck and big, somewhat apologetic grin. "Go, big man, others need your help. I have needs to attend to." She blew him a kiss, and turned to find the nook where Peyton and her little group was hiding. Tuck's coat was pulled a little tighter, when she realized Taym was there with her - not that he hadn't seen the girls before. "Awwww." Peyton looked like she wanted to die. Maebe dropped down to the ground, on all fours, and crawled to sit in front of her. Peyton's face was hidden, but Taym's coat was not as big as Tuck's, so not much else was.

Maebe curled up and snuggled against her. "Meeeooow."

"Dang indeed," Taym managed, trying to find somewhere to avert his eyes that wasn't something he either desperately did not or desperately did want to look at. This proved complicated.

"Peyton, sweetheart," he added, and he gave up trying to keep the laugh out of his voice. "You want me to bring you a sheet or something?" He pointedly Did Not Look at Maebe, offering nothing more than a poorly-concealed eye-roll at her "meow" and her approach.

Easy for him to laugh. He was wearing clothes, even if having Peyton on one side and America pressed against the other meant that he was having an extremely hard time finding an innocent place to put his hands, leaving them sort of helplessly suspended in the area of his face, ineffectually concealing his expression. Even if he was perceptibly tense and uneasy under the suppressed laughter, coiled and wary and pained at the barrage of sudden contact.

"Bashmet, for ******** sake get it together. Be a gentleman and go get the ladies some cover," he ordered without making even the slightest moves to go do the same.

Maebe started to take off Tuck's jacket. "Would this be enough, or do we need to send out for a footlong?"

This time, she was looking. She might not have wanted to do anything with it, but damn if it wasn't a wonder of the world.

Propping herself up on her elbows with an easy laugh, America glanced around the room and caught the impassive stare of a pale figure across the way. The sleep-softness left her completely, not quite tensing up, as losing that warm feeling of safety to something she couldn't quite pin down. Rolling up to her feet, the girl turned her attention back to the other with a smile, bright and aware, "I guess I'll be the gentleman then, be right back. And try not to break my Russian, Miss Maybe."