Kaito couldn't decide if it was better or worse that this guy was just sitting here, talking about it like it was... like it was...

Fine.

He grabbed the bundle of clothing and put it in his lap while the shinobi worked on his ankles. "Bubble bath," he echoed, a little lightheaded. "Sure. Any bran--oh, dude. Just--grab your lock picks, huh?" Then he let go of his clothes, twisted his fingers through seals, and translocated out of the rest of the manacles.

Freedom felt awesome.

He started yanking his pants on without turning to look at the other ninja. "Besides, it's not like it's a big deal. S'just sex." Atsuo had been jealous when he'd learned that they wanted to train Kaito in seduction techniques. The other teenager's jealousy was, he had to admit, most of the reason he'd agreed in the first place.

Then the training had fallen through, and they didn't really want a seducer so much as a victim, anyway...

His jaw tensed, and he purposefully relaxed it. It was just sex. No big deal. He glanced toward the locked door, buttoning his jeans. They were too tight, but his other clothes were stashed in the forest. "So, how we gonna get out of here? You have like, a master plan? Because, y'know, we could wait around for my skin to turn pretty colors," not that it wasn't already--that stupid asshole had taken great pleasure out of making him hurt, "but if I can get home before the contents of my fridge go bad..." He turned and looked at the other man, crooking a smile.

The other guy looked like a proper ninja, in bone and black with muscles rippling all over.

And scars rippling across his face, half hidden by the angle of the mask. They teased at the edge of shadow, fingering over the bridge of his nose but then vanishing into darkness. Kaito couldn't get a good look without squinting, and his manners were better than that. Barely.