Pit leads Magnus into the room, smiling wide. "And heres..." He flicks on the lights. "My favorite room in the temple!" He jeers, as the hot spring comes into view, it's amazingly big, the water shining, their reflections showing in the pool of water. "Huh. I expected it to be the kitchen, or something." Magnus jokes, playfully nudging Pit. The angel laughs, before adding. "Course not, I love my hot springs~" He sings, before giggling again.
"...Are we going to get in?" Magnus offhandedly suggests. Pits wings rise, and freeze, almost like a spooked kitten. "Uh...?" He chokes. He was off duty, so he didn't go in with his clothes on... Magnus chuckles at the sight of Pit, feeling a light blush come over his face. "What? Are you scared, or something?" With those words, Pit whirls around. "I'm not afraid! I'm just...A little flustered." Magnus scoffs. "Is that all?" He inquires. "Yes." Pit replies, pouting.
As Magnus starts to remove his shoes, and various belts, Pit stops him. "M-Magnus!" The mercenary smirks. "What? Are you always supposed to go in fully dressed?" Pit looks away, blushing. "Well, no, but..."
"Well?"
"I.."
"Shouldn't you be getting undressed too?"
Pit freezes at these words, looking like he'd seen a ghost, or something. "Hey, angel face, ya' in there?" He waves a hand in front of the angel's face, grinning. Pit steps back. "I-I'm fine!" Magnus crosses his arms. "Well, get on with it then." Pit stomps , frustrated. "F-Fine!" He then starts to remove his scarf, then his laurel crown, his white drapery falling to the floor. Magnus narrows his eyes playfully at what he sees. Pit is now only in his shorts, as the angel realizes this, he stops. "Aww, Just as it was getting good." Magnus teases, much to Pit's dismay. "M-Magnus!"
"Then I guess it's my turn, eh?" The mercenary jokes, but then begins to remove his pants as well, then his shirt, and the last strap for his sword, them all falling in a lump on the floor. But, he didn't stop until every article was gone. His boxers fall to the floor, as Pit's eyes widen, and his face turns a deep crimson. "I...?" He has no idea how to react, as Magnus just crosses his arms and smirks. "What? Can't handle the incredible you're beholding, angel face?" Pit hides his face in his hands, not saying anything, except for unintelligible flustered murmuing.
As Pit is hiding his face, Magnus slips into the hot spring, and looks squarely at Pit. As the angel notices him, he squeaks. "M-Magnus?" "Yes?" "I'll...I'll just sit at the edge." The angel plops down at the edge of the hot spring, his legs in, knee deep. Magnus wades over to the boy standing over him now. "I...ah..." Pit flusteredly starts, looking away. Magnus then kneels down, somewhat on top of the angel. "You're not supposed to wear clothes in a hot spring, angel face..." Magnus shakes his head as he places a hand near Pit's wasteband. "O-Ok Magnus..." He looks up at the raven haired man, a bit uneasy. Magnus then teases down Pit's shorts, as the angel grunts in pleasure. "M-Magnus, ah..." As the older man removes them completely, he is pleased at what he sees.
I GIVE UP