Life seems to want to be as difficult as possible for Leo. He ends up biting his lip as to prevent any stupid noise he might make as a result of handsome stranger undressing right here. Should he help him?? Probably. Does he want to? That's a loaded question. His stupid gay heart can't take this. The whole situation went from bizarre accident to a fever dream and now he can't decide if he wishes he had his family for this or not.
"I... buh... I'm Leo."
After a blink, he ends up belatedly bowing too. There's definitely a better way to deal with the language barrier, he'll pick his phone up for a translator app after they're done with this. Usagi, huh. He puts the dryer down again for now, so he can help him out with his clothes. He keeps his face down, but in the end it's distracting no matter which way he's looking. Leo takes a deep inhale, but the apology still comes out in something of a whisper.
"Sorry."
It probably doesn't help to not be eloquent enough to give reasons, but, it's probably obvious enough he's at least partially at fault for this situation.
Usagi is used to nudity. Or at least male nudity, anyway. It’s different when it comes to women, but that’s just how society is, isn’t it? Besides, he can’t sit around in soaking wet clothes, so he strips out of his haori and the rest of his outer layers, setting them aside so he can dry them later. He’s aware that his new companion is trying very hard not to look at him and a part of him isn’t sure how he should take that.
Leo, huh? Strange name.
Usagi begins toweling himself off, now that he’s down to his unmentionables. The problem with fur is that when it’s wet, it’s wet. There’s a pause and he gives Leo a look, blinking.
“For what?”
Wait, he probably won’t understand that. So he shrugs instead, trying to convey his sense of confusion.
The ultimate end in the removal of Usagi's clothes elicits a yelp of a pitch Leo didn't even know he could reach.
Now this? This was torture. The trueness to the period dress has gone down to being to see the shape of his ass for Pete's sake. Leo's now forced to keep his eyes on the floor, anything else above the feet would be way too much. Except, newsflash, woah, you can't, you should probably help out with the drying. Everywhere. His human half has him sweating like a guilty man in an interrogation room, and he's not sure if the flushing in his face can be seen but he sure can feel it.
Leo is futilely covering above where his nonexistent eyebrows would be (so well, the upper mask area) when he clears his throat.
"Right, right... pesky language stuff."
No English, no dryers, so cellphones might be a bit out there too. He takes the small rectangle out with a bit of a fumble in the air from good ol' panic and taps away. Of course, online translators can be notoriously bad, so he's reduced to just hoping for the best. The translated word then gets tapped on its voice feature:
"Fault." That one went okay. And after some more typing... "Help me" --And that one did not. Of course, maybe it just seems like a weird, talking rectangle asking for assistance.
Usagi is mostly distracted with drying himself off, but even he can tell that the turtle is not... well. He's not comfortable. Awkward, even. Embarrassed? He's not sure why. He frowns and finishes toweling himself as dry as he can and then very cautiously takes the strange hot wind generator and starts using it to get some of the dampness out of his fur.
It doesn't hurt, right?
The small tablet that he has doesn't earn much more than a glance until it starts squawking at him in a strangely tinny voice and Usagi jumps again, towel still wrapped around himself.
That's... weird. Really weird. But it's another of those devices and probably not evil spirits, right? Or maybe there's a spirit in there doing the talking for the turtle...?
That was from himself, again. Leo did some further tapping away on the screen, before giving Usagi a thumbs up. Oh. Hold on, alien signs again. More typing... then the helpful monotonous chime returned.
"Means good now. Again?"
Configuring this was going to be... slow. If Leo could only get a hold on a mystic item, maybe they could get around this entire issue? That sounded like the best idea. That is, right under 'actually sending him back where he came from'. Leo mentally went "why didn't I think that first", knowing full well the answer to that question. Fascination, that he really needed to calm down. And those muscles that are somehow toned even with fur.
Finding a translator artifact was less issue than that he would have to decide between leaving Usagi alone at the lair to his own devices or taking the guy with him to the Hidden City; neither option sounded like it would be smooth sailing.
Man, he really thinks too much. He'll ask that after he his guest is fully dry. Leo tentatively takes one of the towels by him and waits for some kind of confirmation from Usagi if he actually wants more help. As his brain rushes to do more ridiculous aerobics, he makes another scrunched up face of disgust at his own hesitation and weakness. It's just hospitality, don't overthink it!!! Poor Usagi and his blissful confusion.
The upraised thumb is weird. Usagi just frowns, trying to figure out what's going on. Apparently this box (full of spirits or not) was still not doing a good job translating everything that was being said. Some of the words were a bit strange, too. He scratches at his chin in thought.
"What's good now? Again? I don't understand..."
Usagi sounds (and looks) more than a little frustrated. He gets brought to... where ever this is and they don't even speak his language! He's still frowning in thought when he notices that Leo is sort of... awkwardly waiting. Hmm. He offers a shrug.
That's a yes right? Thank god shrugs are universal. Well, here we go. Leo takes one of Usagi's shoulders for support and starts circles from the back with the other hand. One of his hobbies was that he's pretty good at massaging, and while this isn't quite that, it's still a bit of second nature for him to check any small signs if the pace and pressure he's at are comfortable.
Absently, he notes that he and his own brothers are naked at most times; it really is a silly thing about how they cheat with their own shells then scream in horror about seeing their dad in his underwear. But again, that's his own father, and Usagi's a hot stranger.
They're both barely dressed teen boys with one helping the other dry off. Really did skip a bunch of steps here in familiarity. The absurdity of it all is turning it into a funny thing. Leo doesn't manage to stop himself from chuckling, and when Usagi, probably, glances over as a result, he'll just smile and give another thumbs up.
Maybe one way or other, he'll get the meaning anyway!
Oh! Well, he hadn't expected things to get... quite that close so quickly, but he supposes that the turtle can help out. Although fair play, they are both pretty much stripped down to nothing at this point. Wait, did the turtle usually wear anything? He wasn't sure. Whatever. Not the important part, even if he does turn his gaze 'skyward' - or at least toward the ceiling.
What a strange place.
The chuckle draws his attention back, even as he works on wringing his fur out. He's almost dry by now (thanks to Leo, really) and he half turns his head to look at him. There's that thumb gesture again. Usagi wrinkles his nose and then imitates it with a confused shrug. Is that good? The turtle smiles when he uses it, so it must mean something good.
"I think I'm mostly dry now. Thank you."
Although that still leaves his clothes. He pushes to his feet and turns to face Leo with a confused frown.
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"I... buh... I'm Leo."
After a blink, he ends up belatedly bowing too. There's definitely a better way to deal with the language barrier, he'll pick his phone up for a translator app after they're done with this. Usagi, huh. He puts the dryer down again for now, so he can help him out with his clothes. He keeps his face down, but in the end it's distracting no matter which way he's looking. Leo takes a deep inhale, but the apology still comes out in something of a whisper.
"Sorry."
It probably doesn't help to not be eloquent enough to give reasons, but, it's probably obvious enough he's at least partially at fault for this situation.
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Leo, huh? Strange name.
Usagi begins toweling himself off, now that he’s down to his unmentionables. The problem with fur is that when it’s wet, it’s wet. There’s a pause and he gives Leo a look, blinking.
“For what?”
Wait, he probably won’t understand that. So he shrugs instead, trying to convey his sense of confusion.
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Now this? This was torture. The trueness to the period dress has gone down to being to see the shape of his ass for Pete's sake. Leo's now forced to keep his eyes on the floor, anything else above the feet would be way too much. Except, newsflash, woah, you can't, you should probably help out with the drying. Everywhere. His human half has him sweating like a guilty man in an interrogation room, and he's not sure if the flushing in his face can be seen but he sure can feel it.
Leo is futilely covering above where his nonexistent eyebrows would be (so well, the upper mask area) when he clears his throat.
"Right, right... pesky language stuff."
No English, no dryers, so cellphones might be a bit out there too. He takes the small rectangle out with a bit of a fumble in the air from good ol' panic and taps away. Of course, online translators can be notoriously bad, so he's reduced to just hoping for the best. The translated word then gets tapped on its voice feature:
"Fault." That one went okay. And after some more typing... "Help me" --And that one did not. Of course, maybe it just seems like a weird, talking rectangle asking for assistance.
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It doesn't hurt, right?
The small tablet that he has doesn't earn much more than a glance until it starts squawking at him in a strangely tinny voice and Usagi jumps again, towel still wrapped around himself.
That's... weird. Really weird. But it's another of those devices and probably not evil spirits, right? Or maybe there's a spirit in there doing the talking for the turtle...?
"Eh? You're saying this is your fault...?"
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That was from himself, again. Leo did some further tapping away on the screen, before giving Usagi a thumbs up. Oh. Hold on, alien signs again. More typing... then the helpful monotonous chime returned.
"Means good now. Again?"
Configuring this was going to be... slow. If Leo could only get a hold on a mystic item, maybe they could get around this entire issue? That sounded like the best idea. That is, right under 'actually sending him back where he came from'. Leo mentally went "why didn't I think that first", knowing full well the answer to that question. Fascination, that he really needed to calm down. And those muscles that are somehow toned even with fur.
Finding a translator artifact was less issue than that he would have to decide between leaving Usagi alone at the lair to his own devices or taking the guy with him to the Hidden City; neither option sounded like it would be smooth sailing.
Man, he really thinks too much. He'll ask that after he his guest is fully dry. Leo tentatively takes one of the towels by him and waits for some kind of confirmation from Usagi if he actually wants more help. As his brain rushes to do more ridiculous aerobics, he makes another scrunched up face of disgust at his own hesitation and weakness. It's just hospitality, don't overthink it!!! Poor Usagi and his blissful confusion.
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"What's good now? Again? I don't understand..."
Usagi sounds (and looks) more than a little frustrated. He gets brought to... where ever this is and they don't even speak his language! He's still frowning in thought when he notices that Leo is sort of... awkwardly waiting. Hmm. He offers a shrug.
"If you want to help, help."
The faster he gets dry, the better.
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Absently, he notes that he and his own brothers are naked at most times; it really is a silly thing about how they cheat with their own shells then scream in horror about seeing their dad in his underwear. But again, that's his own father, and Usagi's a hot stranger.
They're both barely dressed teen boys with one helping the other dry off. Really did skip a bunch of steps here in familiarity. The absurdity of it all is turning it into a funny thing. Leo doesn't manage to stop himself from chuckling, and when Usagi, probably, glances over as a result, he'll just smile and give another thumbs up.
Maybe one way or other, he'll get the meaning anyway!
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What a strange place.
The chuckle draws his attention back, even as he works on wringing his fur out. He's almost dry by now (thanks to Leo, really) and he half turns his head to look at him. There's that thumb gesture again. Usagi wrinkles his nose and then imitates it with a confused shrug. Is that good? The turtle smiles when he uses it, so it must mean something good.
"I think I'm mostly dry now. Thank you."
Although that still leaves his clothes. He pushes to his feet and turns to face Leo with a confused frown.
"Where are we?"
That is the important part.