Bonding Time - Captain and Captain

Teemo gives a light sigh as the other captain comes to a halt, immediately plunging his fingers into the water and running his tiny claws into Titus' lower back fur. Sure enough there's still bits of sand and mud, but thankfully not too much. The scout starts low and rubs up the other's back, another inch of Titus' blond fur getting soaked with each upward pass. After the fur has been made sufficiently wet, Teemo starts to dig a little deeper, using his claws to comb out the barely noticeable dirt and grime.Though it may make the larger yordle a bit uncomfortable at first, Titus may find the scrubbing to be relaxing.

"Yeah, you're definitely still dirty. If you went back to the room like this you'd wake up with sand in your bed in the morning."

Teemo makes a "tch" sound and rubs the sand out from under Titus' shoulder-blades, digging his claws in just a little harder. "It was necessary for you to scrub the dirt out before you got in the tub. It's the rules. At least this is tub is fed by a natural spring, so it isn't as bad, but... you get my point."

Teemo doesn't even roll his eyes, his hands coming up to the other captain's shoulders now and staying there. His grip is loose and calm, showing no emotion. "Because the big, strong Titus Flavius is apparently too incompetent to wash himself right the first time."

The memory of Titus' previously noted uncomfortable situations sparks in the scout's mind. Getting the other captain to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed again would hopefully drill the fact into his mind so that an incident like this doesn't occur again, because that's how logic dictates, right?

He gives the other yordle's shoulders a slight squeeze, then leans in to whisper directly into Titus' ears, close enough that his breath can be felt on the soft ear hairs. "Besides... I always have to make sure my troops are in tip-top shape and feeling goooood.

Teemo grows a slight smirk at the question, pulling himself a little closer to the other captain. In his mind his tactics are working, and a little more pushing could scare Titus so he doesn't forget instructions again. His head is close enough where his nose is touching the other's ear now, and a few of the other scouts have joined them in the bath. Those who notice the two either ignore them completely or hide their snickering. Apparently this isn't the first time the scout captain has tried to make his troops uncomfortable.

"Only the bad little boys get this attention, Ty. The ones who follow directions don't need to be taught a lesson."

The scout captain keeps a firm hand on Titus' shoulder, his smile quickly fading and voice dropping to a monotonous, superior tone. "Promise to follow orders next time and remember to scrub your back clean?"

He gives the other captain a squeeze on the shoulder, leaning towards him just a little bit, closing the gap between them that much more. Despite being the shorter of the two, he holds an air of command around himself. Occasionally his eyes flick to the other scouts, who promptly quiet themselves and return to their bathing. Some even start to scrub their backs extra hard.

Teemo doesn't let the silence hang for long. Soon the scout turns around and starts to climb out of the pool, looking over his shoulder at Titus. "Dinner will be ready soon, Ty. Don't stay in too long."

He waddles over to where he placed his belongings and pulls out the larger towel, using it to mop up the extra water out of his fur before heading over to one of the dryers on the wall. It's a simple contraption: A wide metal spout protruding from the wall with a fan inside that blows the excess hot air from the boilers, activated by a button next to it. Considering the style of the other appliances in the room, the scout notes that the dryers must be fairly new. Stripping off his towels, Teemo activates the fan and dries himself quickly and quietly, his fur fluffing out a bit by the time he's finished. Once done with that, he folds the wet towel into the dry one and heads back to his belongings to re-dress himself.

A few minutes later the scout captain is back in his room, sitting in silence in the sitting area. He'd been sitting there ever since he got back, and honestly can't think of anything to do. Glancing off to the side, he spots a small pile of magazines. The idea of Ionian magazines is oddly foreign to him, so out of curiosity he flips through them. As expected: Very, very few yordles. There is one, however, with a group of yordle monks featured on the cover that catches his eye. Flipping through it he finds that a majority of the stories are about yordle life in Ionia, and there's even one page showing two farmers celebrating their first successful harvest of a rice paddy. On rare occasion his eyes will pause to closer inspect the some of the men in the photos, but he does this subconsciously and pays no real attention to it. The stories distract him from where his eyes are travelling, his mind set on absorbing as much of the local information as it can.

Teemo had noticed Titus slide open the door to the room, but he'd not heard the other captain approach. He doesn't react much, aside from tensing up, ears perking and fur bristling. The page he is on is a full photo of a firmly built male yordle, apparently the new champion of a karate tournament that was held somewhere nowhere near their current location.

The scout doesn't even turn.

His voice flat, yet sarcastic, he responds, "It's a porn magazine, can't you tell? The last resident must have left it behind. Care to give it a read?" For a moment he lifts the magazine and waggles it, showing off the karate champion and the wall of text next to him, then turns the page and starts to read about a clothing sale that had ended three days ago.