The pieces were lining up and Dante didn't like the picture they were painting. He had showered after coming back. He was on the floor in the center of his room, his wet hair spread around his head like a halo, a towel wrapped around his waist. Dante stared at the ceiling, looking at the patterns in the paint. His sisters called it his 'thinking position.' As if on cue, they opened the door. Kai stood behind them.
"Yup," Ruby said.
"There he is," Jade added.
"All men should think like that," Kai sighed. "Just wet and naked. I know, I'm concentrating."
Dante smirked. He rather enjoyed Kai's thirsty comments .
"Ew," the twins said. "That's our brother."
"Yeah. And he's fine as f*ck," Kai countered. "I'm ruined. Ruined, I tell you ."
"As much as I do so enjoy our banter, Kai," Dante stood, making sure to hold his towel in place. "We have pressing issues."
"We sure do," Kai said. "I'd sure like to press my issue..."
"Kai!" the twins shouted.