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He continued to gently massage the foot, glancing over his hunch to Junko and Siddie to make sure they weren't about to bat him away, Er... I thought maybe the N.A.P. club might need a bit of a primer on the equipment as well, if I could borrow a few things to go over them with people. He didn't imagine they'd have much oomf in a club for people like Master Barth to actually USE them, but going over the importance of armor and the magical red protective talisman would be useful to those who hadn't made it to Fitness. He switched feet, watching her lazy expression now anxiously, Are you tired, Mistress? You... you would be welcome to come as well, you know...

Christof tensed as the foot was plucked from his hands, but relaxed a bit once his answer came, He... er... is... a Sloth, Mistress. Such is their nature to wait last minute on things... but... I'll er... see about the forms myself as soon as possible. Thank you, Mistress... He managed, and once she was resettled again, he scooted closer to her ankles, moving his massage from foot to calf now. She had such wonderful muscles, perfect Parts he would never dream of harvesting. But he could admire. The steam seemed to grip his already exhausted brain, heat weighing him down as he slumped to lean against her, Will make sure... everything is in order... his broken, paint-splattered nose was still whistling even as he slumped against her legs with a sigh, Responsible... Mistress... came his foggy reply before his mind seemed to drift into the static of dreamland.

He felt the warm air of the sauna turn his legs to the consistency of jelly and plopped his form down next to the boil with a hat, Mot of he remembered correctly. He did raise and eyebrow when he caught view of the fabric covering the reapers head and poked a finger at the brim raising it slightly. "That's pretty bold of you, wearing a hat in the sauna, wont it shrink or something?" he asked unblinking, waiting to see if the item would ft to the boil's skull and possibly squeeze his brain out like a party popper.

He felt a bit awkward, not having his trademark fur next to his skin like a cuddly blanket, but he wasn't going to bring it in like the reaper did with his hat, the smell of steaming wet fur is not one that many people could stand. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the demon that was crossing words with the skinwalker from before in his attire and could only raise his eyebrow even further. "Well, that practice round was interesting, was it not?"

More and more boils were coming into the sauna. Boils she knew, and boils she didn't know. Wasn't that the one Riley had been talking to earlier? He was new right? She gave him and Demi a little wave, desperately hoping more ghouls joined them now. They were severely outnumbers. She was very grateful for the steam of the sauna; it kept her from seeing there were more half or nearly naked boils around.

Why did they keep doing this?

"I need a lot more practice too. I barely hit Shehk." She sighed, looking up when someone else entered the sauna. Huh? Who was that? She could barely make out...who it...were those horns? Must have been a demon. Junko went through a mental checklist of what demons were around that looked like that.

...If that was even Altair...! "Hi, Christof.." Junko said absently, finding the patchwork easy to differentiate from the other figures in the steam. It helped he was right there at Riley's feet too. And unfortunately for her she missed half the conversation, blinking and peering up at Riley through the bangs that were sticking to her face. As Riley rest against her she giggled, giving a little nod. "Is it bad he looks to you for assistance?"

Jericho shot himself twice? How?! "Mine was an accident...how do you shoot yourself twice though?" She failed to notice the anger behind his voice.

"Mmmmmhh..." The hunchback mumbled, head lolling as he was slowly pulled from the warm. He was dimly aware that he was moving, but extreme temperatures and Patchworks did not go well together. Sorry, Master, I will clean it up at once, Master... blood hard to scrub.... please don't break it again... his brain was somewhere else, it would seem.

"I kept tripping," Jericho practically snapped back to Junko, not really wanting to keep talking about his failures there. It really was pathetic. It didn't happen once, but twice!

Shifting his attention back to Riley and Christof while some of the others were making some small talk, he grimaced as she had to start dragging the sleeping patchwork on out of the sauna. Shaking his head to himself, he stood up and made his way over to give her a hand. He wasn't all too gentle with handling Christof, however.. grabbing onto his lower body to help lift the guy out of there.

Once they were out of the steamy room, Jericho let down Christof, but not really all that gently. With that taken care of, he crossed his arms and stared hard at Riley. Her eyes were avoiding his as far as he could tell and it was still frustrating him that he couldn't figure out what had gotten into her. It was like she was suddenly ashamed to look at him.

That might explain why she practically freaked out when he came into the sauna. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he had more or less caused the chaos earlier on. Either way, he didn't care to think that she would feel any sort of shame around him.

"Shall we talk now? I can keep this to thoughts if you'd like," He asked lowly.

The hunchback's brain slowly solidified again as the cold air replaced the warm numb the sauna had wrapped around it, but it was the sudden drop by the Dragon that made him snort back into coherency. How- when-? He shifted when he noticed the two standing over him, and almost immediately lurched upright to put himself between them, glaring with fresh and grumpy hatred as he gave the dragon a sharp shove away, mind reeling. Mistress is tired she does not have time for you now, Dragon, go away!