"Is this a test of some kind...? Or does he just think that he has to explain his reasons for somethign that could put a strain on my.. or his.. self control.." Kenzuma thought, smiling slightly. "Thats fine.. I usually.. don't wear anything to sleep in.. unless I can't find a cave.. or unless its really rocky inside.." he said quietly. "I probably wouldn't wear anythign at all.. but I saw these pants hanging on a tree one day, and no one ever came back for them.." he added, laughing a little, knowing that someone was probably running around the digital world without his pants.
He took off his pants without hesitation, his fur covering the pouch that concealed his "equipment." He bent over with his back to the bed, and laid the pants over the arm of one of the chairs, then turned back around.
Name: Rupert Gladstone.
Description: A young brunette gentlemen with deep blue eyes and a fairly handsome jaw. Wears a white shirt with a red cravat, a dark blue velvet jacket that matches his eyes, and matching trousers.
Turn-ons/offs: Turned on by things he enjoys, and off by things he doesn't.
Reason for staying at the Resort: He's on holiday away from the city so that his dominating auntie can't moan and force him into a scheme to break up and match verious couples in the aristocratic circle of family and friends to which he belongs. Also to give his valet a break.
Rupert sat at the dining table, sitting sipping a some coffee and glancing over the paper to check out the occasional waiter. It was so relaxing to be out here in the country, rather than in the busy city with the lads down the young gentlemen's club or trying to ensure various people married various other people. And no schemes to go wrong, which was a blessing. He checked out a waiter's backside in their black trousers. Sexy.
"haha! thats kinda funny. Do many humans go out into the digital world much?" Altima asked, climbing into the bed, pulling the covers up.
Kenzuma frowned. "There didn't used to be so many... but recently, there have been more... It started with a large group of children that had a strange smell to them... and now, fully grown humans have started coming in.." he said, moving over to the bed, and curling up underneath the blanket, close enough that the two of them could easily reach eachother, but far enough that it wouldn't look like he was trying to start something that he wasn't supposed to.
"ahh, well thats cool..." Altima said. He suddenly shuddered. as he shuffled closer to Kenzuma.
Kenzuma saw Altima shuddering, and moving a little closer. He instinctively moved foreward, and wrapped his arms around his friend, looking into his eyes. He started to lean in closer, his face mere inches away from Altima's. He stopped himself before he could move in any closer, or do something the other man wouldn't want him to do.
When he realized what he had done, he shifted slightly, but did not pull away as he stared at his friend, stubbornly thinking about anything but what he would like to do.
Altima stared into his friends eyes for a moment, feeling nauseaus and hot-headed. He wrapped his arms around the digimon. Why? Why did he have these...feelings for this digimon, whom he just met earlier in the day. Without even thinking right, Altima leaned over, kissing Kenzuma on his lips.
Kenzuma was startled as Altima leaned in and kissed him, but only for a moment as he leaned into the kiss just a little, his lips parting slightly.
"suddenly, Altima stopped the kiss. "I-...I am so sorry.. I didn't know what I was doing..." Altima apologized, as he slipped away from the digimon.
Kenzuma smiled at Altima, letting him pull away without resisting. "I.. Its okay.. Really... I don't have any problem with this... and... I don't think I've been making it easy for you to understand yourself.." he took a deep breath, and opened his eyes a little wider. "Take your time figuring things out... I can wait.. and if you decide we should just be friends.. I'm okay with that too."