"That's what i'm afraid of... and your right... but.. don't get understand. Why me? can't they just torment someone else.. now i'm scared to even set foot from this place without countering those monkeys..." Hope reply in a sad tone. Soon after, he winches just a bit from the gently dab but it still hurts like hell. "...S-..sorry... well it does really hurt... every time I breathe..." he told him scratching his back head eyes looking up at the ceiling. He jumps a little bit blinks down seeing Zidane's ear near his chest made him blush crimson in surprise and shock too.

"Well I mean no offence by this but they see you and think easy prey. They figure you wouldn't fight back if they tried anything on you. Unfortunately by the looks of things they were wrong and you struggled their attempts. So they beat you so you wouldn't be able to fight back. Thankfully I heard you and fought them back. I don't think you would've lasted against their attacks much longer." Zidane said, looking up at Hope. "You'll be fine with some rest. I just suggest you shower and clean up. You had a rough day already. Rest will do you some good right now Hope." He said, standing up and extending his hand twords the other.

"..Damn it..! I can't believe I let them do this.... now look at me. ...Well I'm still glad to you for... saving me yet I wish I could repay you somehow..." Hope said in a sad tone. Hearing Zidane tell him to shower and rest up after, he then gives a faint blush across his face watching the thief standing up extending both his hands, nodding quickly before taking his hand getting up. "..Okay then.. though I have to wash myself gently so it won't hurt badly." Hope said, heading toward the door peeking in slightly and enters in closing the door from be-hide. The bathroom was cozy and nice, had a sink, toilet and shower in which the glass door was see through, a bit nervous. He starts to take off his sleeveless shirt along with his pants and his boxers too, pushing them aside covering the part jumping in the shower closing the door turning it on in a relaxing sigh.

Zidane chuckled as Hope went to take his shower, deciding to strip down to his boxers until the shower was ready for him. He was a tad curious though as he walked up to Hope's weapon, deciding to look at it more closely. It looked normal to him except for the design. That was like nothing he had seen before. It was all new to him. Zidane tried touching it, seeing if something would happen. Sometimes a thief's curiosity got the best of them, just like now for Zidane.

Hope sighed thinking deeply on what happen that got him here, the hot water going down his chest, back and hair so his bangs are just covering his eyes grabbing some soap but before he started washing himself noticing that he forgot to take off his scarf. 'Shit...' cussing lowly unfastening the wet scarf opening the shower door handing it onto the towel rank closing back and starts cleaning the dirt. He fliches from the sting on the open cuts n his hand and legs too but takes the pain continuing on. '..The others are worry sick about me... but without Zidane coming to my assist.. I wouldn't still be here..'

(Do you still want to continue with this rp?)

Zidane continued to look at Hope's weapon, looking to see if he could actually figure out how to work it. He tried to swing it like his dagger, seeming to have no effect. He next tried to stab the bed with it, also seeming to have no effect. "What the hell kinda weapon is this thing?" He asked, seeming very confused as he tried to pry the thing open with force. "Work god damn you." Zidane cursed, seeming frustrated with the weapon already. He started banging it against the dresser, hoping it would open that way. "Why wont you work?"

The sound of something banging against dresser from outside of the shower, opening the shower curtains scrubbing his hair still. Finishing his shower up turning it off and stepping out dying himself off placing the towel on his head hoping that Zidane wouldn't mind. Opening the door walking out of it, blinking and then started flailing his arms gooing over to Zidane stopping him. "Wait! wait! Don't break it, please.." he spoke softy looking at him. "What are you doing?"

Zidane blinked, looking over to Hope who was practically naked except for the towel on his head. "I'm trying to get this thing to work. Does it only work for you and no one else?" He asked, walking over to Hope and handing him his weapon. "I don't think it likes me that much. For some reason it didn't want to work like it did for you. I tried swinging it, stabbing the bed with it, even trying to pry it open. Your weapon hates me Hope." Zidane said, frowning some since he couldn't get it to work. "Maybe it likes you better."