"Oh look. A new plaything for you," Six said, her eyes rolling back into her head as she slowly sat herself up from her lounging position.
"No, I don't think so."
Gaius pursed his lips and looked in the direction of the second voice. He had grown so accustomed to having Six in the background that he had perfected the art of responding to her and to others at the same time. Some would call that psychosis. Gaius liked to think that he had a knack for balancing multiple tasks at once.
He stood up in the fountain, made his way to the edge, and climbed out. He was wearing a black nehru-collared suit with tiny pinstripes. Beneath the suit jacket was the makings of a red shirt, but it was barely visible. And he was drenched. He brought a hand to his neck and pressed at the skin. Tender, but not bruised.
Then he paid the red haired woman more attention.
"Cute," he muttered.
"You would think so," Six replied, standing up as well. She towered over Gaius in her heels. But she wasn't as interested in him at the moment as she was in Willow. "It's been a while since you've shared your bed with a redhead."
Gaius cleared his throat with a cough.
"I was just ... well, to be honest, I'm not quite sure what I was doing. I seem to be a little displaced at the moment. I wasn't talking to myself. I don't talk to myself. I'm not crazy."
Six stood beside Willow and leaned in close to her, taking a sniff at her hair.