3.14

"Lex?" 

His name escaped my mouth before I even processed the thought.

There was just something about him, something too familiar about his soul.

This soul and mine had spent well over six hundred years together.

I could only put my explanation down to the pathetic, little knowledge I knew.

The fox jumped onto his broad, pale, and naked chest. It whined as he licked the remaining goo away from Lex's new face.

His long white hair was tinged green with the remaining gloop, it was long enough to drip down past his waist, which was also just as naked. I turned away with a blush.

"Get a good look?" Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him smile widely, "I think I picked well this time, what do you think?"

"You're dirty," I mumbled, tossing a large black fluffy towel at him, refusing to look at him completely.