No Tell Motel

Someone was having a bit of fun with Cloud's nature.

He was in rather...interesting set of red-gold pants, reminding him of various harem pants in the movies he mocked with the family. And a glimpse in the mirror said that all along his back where feathers in what looked like...henna?

There were more patterns in the henna, all along his bare arms and chest. Not feathers, but swirling designs and hints of feathers and scales.

At least whoever hadn't messed with his tattoos.

The feathers in his hair, though....

Food first. Then murdering whoever had mess with him.

Stretching and yawning, he blinked as the morning sun fell on him and he purred as he slid out of the bed. He felt air move strangely across his body and blinked as he stared down at what he was wearing.

A sheer toga trimmed in gold with sandals strapped to his feet, their gold lacings running up to his knees.

He blushed at how expose the sheer fabric left him, but he couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face. The fabric was soft and so were the sandals. This would be an interesting day if others found themselves dressed as he was.

Moving towards the door, he went to investigate the other people.

Walking along, hand in hand. Abel and Cain followed their noses towards food. Their white uniforms had been thrown out the window after being shredded with glee, and now they wore only improvised loincloths consisting of scarves wrapped around their hips and covering the important bits for modesty's sake.

It had been so very nice to wake up at their leasure and then take a very long and hot shower together in another room since the one they had been in had been occupied by the lovely Ifalna. Besides, this place appeared to be either a hotel or an apartment complex which meant more than enough rooms for them to have their own.

Spying the lounge, they moved to claim a table while looking around for food or someone to serve them. A rare treat but one they could appreciate.

Purring, Abel snuggled into the covers, enjoying the patch of warm sunlight that fell across the bed. He was comfortable and didn't want to get up for a while. The strange sweet scent to the air caused him to sneeze a couple of times before he grew use to it. It made him feel nice if a bit warm.

With a faint huff, he buried his face in his arms, fighting the urge to wake up completely. He had no where to be, and the sun was warm. He could feel a faint breeze over his skin that indicated the door to the room was open but that was fine. Just stirred things up a bit.