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Konzen stopped short at the door to his only friend’s home, his face set in its usual distasteful expression.
“Why is he-”
Noticing their guest, said friend called out to him from the sofa, for some reason he was soaking wet with rivulets of water running down his face. He was wearing his uniform for once, even though it wasn’t a working day. Konzen looked from the marshal to see his other half, that general possessing both a lack of common courtesy and simultaneously showing off a very well toned body covered by a low riding towel. Kenren was also dripping wet and with a uncharacteristically slow gulp, Konzen looked back to his charge.
Sitting in the middle of the room away from any books, dressed in what looked to be one of Tenpou’s collared shirts and thankfully his own underwear was the kid. Goku. Konzen had finally named him after all and it sure made referring to the wild animal a lot easier.
“Did you bring the clothes for him?” Tenpou asked, wiping beads of water off his face. “I sent a messenger but he might have gotten lost in the suds.”
Konzen shook his head, “I didn’t see any messengers on my way here but for some reason the floors were wet. Did they change the cleaning day to today? I don’t remember seeing any notice and why isn't your boyfriend wearing any clothes?”
That drew a chuckle from stupidly hot undressed general who was attempting to light a cigarette with a soaked box of matches. He exchanged a look with his lover who gave a slight nod and a little smile and for some reason that made Konzen feel something strange in him. It was common knowledge that the two were fucki- going out but it seemed like it was barely any time before Konzen had seen his usually emotionally reserved friend be so unguarded around anyone else.
“They didn’t clean today, Konzen! The floor was wet becau-” Before Goku could finish the sentence, with a quick flash, Tenpou pointed out at the window where they could hear footsteps running. With what could only be a practiced move, he ducked down and shimmied under the coffee table. In the same action, Kenren had grabbed the kid and hauled both of them into the windowless bedroom, shutting the door tight, leaving the blond standing agape in the book lined room amidst three puddles of water. Loud banging on the door ensued and with a quiet nod from his friend casually hiding under the coffee table, Konzen answered it.
“Marshal! Have you seen a small child run by here with someone from your unit?” It was the royal guards, looking less intimidating by the pile of soap suds on their shoulders and helmets. The speaker’s eyes widened when he saw Konzen at the door instead. “Master Konzen, have you seen the marshal? Someone reported an explosion in the laundromat and connected shower area and they saw some people run out from there and into his room.”
Konzen shook his head with what felt like a rudely intensifying headache. “No, I was looking for the marshal in order to collect documents as well but I haven’t seen him. Perhaps try the gardens by block D?”
The guards looked unconvinced but they nodded and ran off.
He waited till they were well out of range then shut the door behind him and put a hand to his temple, closing his eyes for a moment. “Tenpou. Your boyfriend. Goku. Out here. Now.”
“Thanks bro, we owe you one.” The sudden addition of strange heat from beside him coupled with an almost overpowering smell of shampoo told him that irritating general was being way too close in his personal space again but before Konzen could hit him in the nuts, Tenpou was there with a light smack and proceeded to lead him away on an invisible leash.
Goku went up to him next, looking at the very least, freshly scrubbed and squeaky clean. If not for a better word, the oversized collared shirt on him was adorable and Konzen tried to push that disgustingly parental feeling of adoration away before he became one of those people who took photos of their children every five seconds. “Ne, ne Konzen, did you know that if you add all the washing liquid and all the shampoo to a washing machine it ma-” With suddenly careful grins, both Kenren and Tenpou had immediately clapped their hands over Goku’s mouth, clearly sweating a lot more than they were before.
“I really need new babysitters.”