[There are certain things a man, or at least a sexually active man, is generally accepted as needing. Condoms, lubricant, all of that. (More condoms when you find out, shamefully but also with a quiet sort of pride, that the normal-sized ones are too small.) A few books, too, perhaps, for... Special interest.]
[That said, Chibi isn't here to get any of those things; he just really likes the public bath at the spa. It reminds him of home.]
[Hair still damp from the shower peeking from under his hat, face still a little red from the heat and all the pretty alien girls walking around half-naked, Chibi hums as he walks through the pleasure district. (There is a small bag, too, with restock of some of those aforementioned items. Might as well. Alright, maybe he found glowing blue ones and wanted to have a lightsaber dick duel.) There is no shame in his face, or at least none of the shame that someone else might carry - and speaking of someone else...]
[What the hell is England doing, sneaking out of that alleyway? Does he think that will hide him??]
[The thought crosses his mind, devilish and young, that he ought to play a prank-- no, no, it wouldn't help. Instead, he just pops up a portal right next to England and hops through, that devilish smile on his face. His abused, sad little goat follows along; it is pretty good at jumping on only three legs, he has to admit.]
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[That said, Chibi isn't here to get any of those things; he just really likes the public bath at the spa. It reminds him of home.]
[Hair still damp from the shower peeking from under his hat, face still a little red from the heat
and all the pretty alien girls walking around half-naked, Chibi hums as he walks through the pleasure district. (There is a small bag, too, with restock of some of those aforementioned items. Might as well.Alright, maybe he found glowing blue ones and wanted to have a lightsaber dick duel.) There is no shame in his face, or at least none of the shame that someone else might carry - and speaking of someone else...][What the hell is England doing, sneaking out of that alleyway? Does he think that will hide him??]
[The thought crosses his mind, devilish and young, that he ought to play a prank-- no, no, it wouldn't help. Instead, he just pops up a portal right next to England and hops through, that devilish smile on his face. His abused, sad little goat follows along; it is pretty good at jumping on only three legs, he has to admit.]
[And quietly:] Fancy seeing you here.