'Through the steam and the condensation, he stood unblemished and carefree. From his tilted head to his toes, he flushed a gentle, rosy pink where the warmth hit him and the steam lingered. Thick black hair clung to his neck but was long enough now to try and fight against the water to pull free. His hands ran through it, combing away the final remnants of shampoo under the hot water until it ran clear as the droplets clinging to his skin.[...]
She’d press against him, let her touch scald him so fiercely he’d be begging, whining by the time she found his lips and lowered carefully to her knees to take him into her—
“Masha, are you still there? Can you hear me?”
Temari came to in her hotel bed, a telephone cord twisted twice around her index finger. The bed’s wrinkled sheets clung to her body, sweat stubbornly refusing to dry or absorb as long as her mind raced for what was in the next room. Her cheeks flushed, and she sighed, tugging the sheets higher over her chest.
Stress: Can I have my ball back please?
Jevin: We could kill you.
Iskall: No you couldn't. That's funny, but you couldn't.
Xisuma, putting up his shield: I've got a shield, Jev, look.
Xisuma, putting it back down: Can't kill a man with a shield.
[Jevin hits him.]
Xisuma, panicked: OOoOOAAaoOoaaH!!!
[Xisuma flees and takes flight. Everyone else laughs.]
[Xisuma plays a horn that has a clip of him howling like a wolf as he departs.]