Kenta huffed at Chaz's statement. He had to admit, it was pretty much true, that gift had basically emptied him out, and he was more interested in eating on time than washing up. Today was an exception, mostly because he'd wanted to see everybody. He knew they'd be okay with him for free, hell, they'd even offered to take him in but Kenta couldn't allow that.<br/><br/>"Hey," he started in playful, defensive tone "we can't all smell like jasmine after a training session" he bowed his head over to rinse the soap from his hair. Something about the feeling of rinsing through his hair made it his favorite part. The way it streamed from strands and came together to fall just above his eyes with a steady flow.  He gave in to blissfully enjoying the feeling before standing up to return his stool to its proper place against the far wall.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Not bad, Haida you've got just my kind of figure."</span>Chaz remarked. Kenta looked back at him with a puzzled look before chuckling.<br/><br/>"I've been training my whole life to gain your approval, senpai," he punctuated his statement with a pec flex. The comedic timing was so perfect it made him feel like he were putting on a play. It only seemed appropriate this time around. Chaz seemed rather jovial when he was in a good mood. At least, he was pretty sure he was joking. He dried off before folding up his towel and walking toward the door to the bathing room.<br/><br/>"Short, dark and handsome will be waiting for you in the next room," he sung as he left.