There's a third member joining this little party. For a moment, Xander has paused outside. He's used to having nightmares; they don't happen too often on the train, thankfully, but tonight...
He didn't want to bother his roommates (though he suspected Glorfindel wasn't really asleep when he left...), so Xander had thought that bringing himself down to investigate the spa car was a good idea. How had he missed the memo that there were going to be people here at this time of night? Normally, the nephilim didn't mind that sort of thing, but he was a bit off kilter after the bad dream.
He'd appropriated his barbecue swim trunks after the island, so that was what Xander sauntered through the door wearing, one of his towels wrapped around his neck and a dumb smile on his face. Which he probably should have dialed back a little, considering these two relative strangers before him. (Sure, he knew Kaiba's face a little, but the older man was unfamiliar. Something about him reminded him a bit of Drake, though...)
His brows went up at the other fellows' collections of scars--not that he didn't have some of his own. The worst offender was probably the angry red keloid that wrapped around his right arm near the elbow, though there were delicate traceries over his chest and shoulder, and a pair of patches, paler against his skin over his right pectoral and just under his left one.
Xander paused for a moment, and gave a mental shrug. "Hey, guys!" he said, cheerful and trying to be casual. "Nice scars!"
It took him about two seconds to realize he'd probably shoved his foot in his mouth.
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He didn't want to bother his roommates (though he suspected Glorfindel wasn't really asleep when he left...), so Xander had thought that bringing himself down to investigate the spa car was a good idea. How had he missed the memo that there were going to be people here at this time of night? Normally, the nephilim didn't mind that sort of thing, but he was a bit off kilter after the bad dream.
He'd appropriated his barbecue swim trunks after the island, so that was what Xander sauntered through the door wearing, one of his towels wrapped around his neck and a dumb smile on his face. Which he probably should have dialed back a little, considering these two relative strangers before him. (Sure, he knew Kaiba's face a little, but the older man was unfamiliar. Something about him reminded him a bit of Drake, though...)
His brows went up at the other fellows' collections of scars--not that he didn't have some of his own. The worst offender was probably the angry red keloid that wrapped around his right arm near the elbow, though there were delicate traceries over his chest and shoulder, and a pair of patches, paler against his skin over his right pectoral and just under his left one.
Xander paused for a moment, and gave a mental shrug. "Hey, guys!" he said, cheerful and trying to be casual. "Nice scars!"
It took him about two seconds to realize he'd probably shoved his foot in his mouth.