You’re good at this
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Kairo had been intimate with a fair number of people over the years - mortals and Gods alike. Although a fairly aloof and distant person most of the time, he did enjoy the messiness and chaos that emotions tended to elicit: passion and its goodwill sister were often at the core of the greatest battles. But that being said–
“No, I don’t believe that I do,” he responded honestly, rather enjoying the way wet hair sat in uneven sections and general disarray, “And I’ve never had a cat either, I must add.” Because, indeed, washing Camazotz’ hair was very similar to bathing a feline. Perhaps it was time for him to get one: but he or she must enjoy the dark and quiet of course. “Do people often do it for you?” he questioned, “Aside from in salons. I find that people are usually too afraid touch me.”
Caça hummed to the reply, letting his light surprise be heard as Kairo confessed to not having much experience. the cat comment however was what tugged the corner of his lips up in a lopsided half smile. “No, I was just thinking about that. It must’ve been quite a while.” Usually if he was in the shower with someone else it wasn’t innocent like that. He wasn’t the kind of guy to have that many innocent things happen in his life anyways, though it wasn’t like he had a dislike for the more romantic or soft, it just wasn’t what he approached people for or others him.
“Too afraid?” The Mayan considered this for a moment. It’s not that he couldn’t see it or understand where the sentiment came from, he just had never really considered it himself. Sure, Kairo had many scary sides, he was a dark god like himself. But, perhaps the fact that they were both dark gods had meant that Caça wasn’t afraid of him. Not that Camazotz was generally afraid of anything really… Most things he could build control around, and those he cou;dn’t he’d handle when they would come. That said, fear was not an emotion fully unfamiliar either. “Does it please you people find you scary?” He asked curiously.
He brushed Camazotz’ hair back, then taking the shower head to wash the shampoo away. It was a rather relaxing activity, to be frank, and Kairo had concluded that he wouldn’t object to doing it again. Any less-than-innocent ideas, particularly the ones suggested by the other God’s very naked presence, had mostly gone over his head. Aside from a short attention span, Kairo also had a habit of focusing a little too much on one thing at a time.
“I wouldn’t say that it pleases me, so much as confuses me,” he responded honestly, speaking in a slow, velvety voice. He pushed Camazotz’ hair back, meeting the other God’s eyes, “Do you think I’m scary?” Sometimes Kairo wondered what people would actually consider scary - Was it his lethargic way of slithering through the night? Or the dark colour of his eyes? Or perhaps they were just afraid of the idea of his - but ironically, the God of Evil wasn’t necessarily Evil - not in his eyes anyway.















