He was singing in the shower.
His voice was deep and rich and masculine, and she doubted even bathroom acoustics could've improved on it too much. She would never have taken him for a singer, but then Gippal always seemed to find ways to surprise her. Probably he was only singing because he thought no one was in earshot.
She heard the shower taps squeak and the heavy pounding of the water faded away. He was still whistling as she heard him padding across the tile floor. The bathroom door opened, and he stepped through. The shrill whistle died on his lips, and he hesitated, expression a comical mix of shock and surprise. He stood there in the doorway for a full ten seconds before realizing his state of undress.
"God, Rikku. Give a guy a little warning!"
She grinned as he searched frantically for a towel.
"Oh, come on. It's not like I've never seen a penis before. Don't be such a girl, Gippal." She bounced off the bed, linking her hands behind her back, rocking forward onto her toes. He looked slightly panicked by the lack of available crotch-coverings.
"Honestly, it's no skin off my nose if you want to prance around in your altogether," she said innocently.
"I beg your pardon," he said frostily, finally locating what seemed to be a towel lodged behind the door. "I do not prance. Furthermore, regardless of how many penises you've seen, mine is not currently on display. Or at least, it shouldn't be. Aha!" He jerked the towel out from behind the door.
"Well, that might cover the really important bits," she offered.
He tossed the hand towel away in disgust. "Be a pal and toss me a pair of pants or something," he said. Obediently, she rummaged through his dresser, snickering as she lifted out a pair of black boxer-briefs. He scowled as she threw them over.
"That's not exactly what I had in mind," he said irritably. He shut the bathroom door in her face to put them on – he didn't want to add fuel to the fire of her amusement by changing in front of her. "So," he called through the door, "what exactly have you been up to that you've seen so many penises as of late?"
"Oh, you know," she said casually, "I just got this new cable spherevision service. You wouldn't believe all the kinds of dirty movies they put on really late at night."
The door flew open, and Gippal glowered at her.
"Kidding." She flashed him a sassy grin. Somehow the boxer-briefs only made him more appealing. She knew what was under them, now. And she couldn't help admiring his chest just a little – the tiny droplets of water that clung to his bronzed skin just made him look delicious.
He crossed his arms over his chest. "So, what brings you to Djose?"
She smiled. "Oh, nothing really. I was just going to invite you to lunch."
He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm. But now I'm thinking dinner would be better." She headed for the door. "So, my place, about seven?" She opened his bedroom door, then, as an afterthought, turned back towards him briefly. "If you stop by any earlier than that, I'll probably be in the shower," she said wickedly. "You know…in the even that you want to compare notes."