He Forgot His Shirt

[Flynn Rider]

As the rogue entered into the sunlight of the beautiful Canadian spring, Flynn Rider was content with life. Sure, he may still be leading a army that barely survived it's dissolution last month, everyone is on edge and ready to kill each other, but other than those small things, Flynn- No, Eugene felt alive. He felt free as he left the medical hut, fresh out of an examination with Rapunzel. He felt the sun's rays, the gentle breeze on his chest. But most of all, he felt extremely relieved to have gotten away from Rapunzel in the last 27 seconds.

Relieved enough to not notice his missing shirt.

And so Flynn, Council Member and respected rogue, began to walk through camp missing a shirt. Odd, for the rogue seemed to never leave home without putting some care into his outfit. Waving to those passed and treating life as if nothing went wrong, Eugene made his way over to the mess hut, where he had promised Rapunzel to go. With no current knowledge of his missing shirt, the rogue seemed to carry himself with a sense of peaceful pride. Perhaps someone would come along and burst his bubble? Certainly not Rapunzel.

However, evident from the missing shirt was the large scar, reaching from below his neckline to above his belly button. Those who joined before the flee from Africa would have remembered Flynn and Rapunzel stumbling onboard the flying ship, stained in red as he barely held consciousness long enough to recognize safety. This scar, which seemed to have calmed down tremendously, was all that remained of the terrible wound. 

[Rapunzel]

"Eugene!"

Rapunzel tripped, doing a little stumble, as she chased after Flynn, his shirt raised and waving like a flag.

It wasn't like Eugene to be so absent minded! Not to mention it was VERY cold this far up north, spring or no spring. She didn't know what had gotten into him! It certainly didn't occur to her that it might have something to do with the fact that after she had finished his examination, she had channel a little of the sun's magic to heal him...

And sealed it with a kiss.

To his bare chest.

Rapunzel couldn't be THAT naive...

"Eugene, you forgot your shirt!" Rapunzel scolded him lightly when she caught up to him. She held up the cloth, giving it a little shake for emphasis, "It's too cold to be wandering around like that!"

[Rafael]

Things had finally begun to set back into a rhythm for Rafael. While he wasn't a part of the council he still did all that he could around the camp whether it was haul freshly cut logs around or going hunting with Malik whatever was required of him he'd do it in a second's notice. However even he needed time to rest and recoup so there he was munching on his breakfast when a half-naked Eugene walked into the 'cafeteria'.

Hazel hues blinked slowly at the naked man in front of him while bushy brows furrowed heavily. "Ryder I think you forgot your-"

"Eugene, you forgot your shirt!"
And just like that Rapunzel had come running in. A small smile quirked at the corner of the saber's lips before the big cat shook his head, lovers silly things they were. Not that he could talk he supposed he was the same when he was younger. "Can't you be gettin' frostbite without them clothes, boy?"

[The Gourmand]

“Come off it!”

The Gourmand spent most of his downtime either in the forge or out hunting. He’d just wrapped up work on a two day project and was now wearing a rather wicked-looking (and extremely spiky) gauntlet on his right hand. Before he began to build the second one, he decided he would break for a meal, for, as his name implied, he was frequently hungry. The officer was just beginning to depart his pod, which was a process in of itself, when he noticed all the hoopla. He felt the need to pause and call out:

“I don’t see the issue here. I don’t wear a shirt.”

And he was occasionally singed in the forge for it, if the speckles of fresh burn boils on his front were anything to go by. Seemingly not realizing the irony of it, he braced his arms and lifted himself partway from his pod, half sitting on one of the armrests. He gave a huff of exertion afterward.

“Of course, you’d be hard pressed to find something that fit me,” he uttered to himself.

[Malik]

"So that's what they look like under those things." From a lounging position half-draped across Rafael's back another his fellow saber piqued his comment, head tilted in slight curiosity. Malik had concluded his own meal more quickly than Rafael had and was simply cleaning himself up -- a process which seemed to require a full-bodied cat wash.

So it was with tongue slightly pursed between bared fangs that Malik regarded the amusing situation. "Are they that hairless all the way down? Talk about chilly."