Sheets of thick air shifted, they had no particular smell, they just felt warm, and made little droplets that tickled down your cheek. Under the full moon, the earth was veiled in a soft, faint blue, allowing Roy to see where he was walking along the way to the steam bath, even at night. He and the others, meaning everyone in smash, were stopping here for a break.
It was a rustic place, it had that antique charm to it, Roy passed through the soft purple curtains and into the mess of fog in the bath, feeling the rough bristles of the drying mat beneath his feet he proceeded. Now even the moonlight couldn't help him see as he stumbled through the area blindly.
Roy continued to wander until his face met with a wall of soft wet skin, he backed off immediately to see who he bumped into, it was Marth. Marth gazed at him with that relaxed look in his eye, his face seemed to be saying that he didn't mind, like it was saying it was okay to advance a bit further.
Roy looked Marth over, noticing his pale slender thighs, their wetness reflecting the moonlight, his slick body glistened sexily, enticing Roy to come closer. Roy reached out and slid his hand gently across Marths chest, his other hand caressing his inner thigh.
"Yo dude what the fuck are you doing?" asked Marth, Roy looked up, confused "H-Huh?" he asked, seemingly drunk on lust "Why the fuck are you touching me dude" asked Marth "I-I thought that…. Oh no…." said Roy ashamedly, realizing he misread the situation. "Thought wha-" realization suddenly hit Marth
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..."
Said Marth with a hint of disgust "No dude" he said "But-" interjected Roy "Just no, Roy." said Marth with finality. Roy left the bath humiliated, and he and Marth never spoke again.
The End