KOF Extras

Trip to Ireland: Part two

Krizalid knocked on the door adjoining his room with K' and Zayn's. K' opened and frowned as soon as he saw his older clone.
He was wearing the same coat he wore the last time he stayed in Ireland. A long black trench coat with the collar going up to the bridge of his nose, and to make matters worse, there was a hood attached to it.
"Seriously, haven't you had enough?" K' asked, looking him up and down. "You do know how suspicious you look, right?"
"It's cold, Dash," Krizalid said, his voice slightly muffled. "Did you see the weather forecast? It's five degrees outside!"
K' shook his head, unable to say anything.
"I still don't know how you survived during winter," K' finally said in an annoyed tone.
"It was cold enough to wear a winter coat that time," Krizalid said, leaning against the doorframe, a smirk under the collar. "And besides, I actually wore a scarf around my face."
"You still survived without a hood, right?" K' pointed out, crossing his arms
"Yeah but I still wore a woolly hat," Krizalid defended himself. "And I wore mittens!"
"Fine, whatever," K' said, uncrossing his arms and stepping back into the room.
Zayn was in front of the mirror, trying to keep his hair from standing up and falling over his face. He spotted the hooded Krizalid from the mirror and started laughing.
"You know, we literally called you weirdo back then?" Zayn said, turning around with a guffaw. "Seriously... why?"
"Oh yeah, says the one that wears an insulated jacket for no particular reason," Krizalid said, rolling his eyes. "At least my coat isn't as thick as that!"
Zayn frowned and turned back to the mirror, still trying to get his hair right.
"Seriously though, why don't you just cut your hair?" Krizalid asked, going towards him. He stopped in front of the mirror, right next to him. "It's so long!"
"Let it be," Zayn said, frowning at him. He moved away slightly since Krizalid was so close. "Now, could you move off a bit? I need to fix my hair, and you're standing too close.."
Krizalid knocked his hood off and grabbed Zayn's comb. He rolled his sleeves up a bit and helped Zayn smooth his hair back. Zayn just scowled, like a child being groomed by a parent. He finished and pinched his cheek, his scarred eyes squinting as he grinned.
"There, all better now," Krizalid said with a chuckle. "What's with the frown?"
"You're treating me like a little boy!" Zayn whined with a scowl.
"Well, you sure sound like one," K' chimed in. "Anyway, you done?"
"Are you?" Krizalid countered back, pointing at K', who still wore a tank top. "How are you gonna keep warm dressed like that?"
K' smirked and made a flame on his gloved hand. The two men shook their heads.
"No, that's not gonna work," Krizalid said, walking towards him while pulling his hood back on. "You wanna get accused of sorcery or something?"
K' frowned and stumbled towards his leather jacket on the chair. He wore it in a swift motion and zipped it up to his chest.
Maxima waltzed in through the open door and scanned the room. He frowned when his gaze fell on Krizalid.
"Kriz, you're gonna get arrested if you go out like that," Maxima commented. "At least take the hood off, or roll your collar down."
"No, can't do, Max," Krizalid said, shaking his head. "My breath is clouding in front of me whenever I breathe. I need this, especially with the rain."
Maxima just shrugged and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. He didn't really feel that cold, but still wore a sweater since he didn't wanna stick out as the only one without a coat. Besides, it completely concealed his chest cannon.
"Alright, you guys done?" Maxima asked. "I know Kriz is, considering he's wearing that gaudy coat again. Zayn's done too. What about you, Aibou?"
"Yeah, I'm done," K' said, wrapping a scarf around his neck. He stuffed it under the jacket and grabbed his things. "Let's roll."
But before that, he knocked on Iori's room door. He frowned when there was no answer.
"Yagami, are you in there?!" K' shouted, banging on the door. "Oi! Yagami!"
He almost fell headfirst into the room when Iori swung the door open, frowning.
"For the hundredth time, stop calling me that!" Iori spat. K' grinned, satisfied with the outcome. "What do you want?"
"Are you ready?" K' asked. He took a good look at Iori and saw that his shirt was still half unbuttoned. "Guess not..."
"Well, I was trying to button my shirt up, but you started banging the door down," Iori said, dropping his head slightly to button up his shirt. "Anyway, what's your plan?"
"Rock n' Roll!" K' said, dramatically giving him the rocker sign. He chuckled at Iori. "There's a whole museum for rock n' roll here."
"I know," Iori said, returning the chuckle. "Give me a minute, I need to get my coat."
He entered his room again and groaned. K' opened the door wider and peeked in.
Benimaru was taking his own sweet time to style his hair, changing his parting so that most of his hair would fall on one side. K' smothered a laugh, causing him to snicker instead.
"Good luck with that, Iori," K' said with a chuckle. "I'll leave you to it."
Iori glanced at him with a scowl. He turned back to the blond man and sighed.
"Are you done, Beni?" Iori asked in an annoyed tone, going towards his luggage to grab a coat. "Seriously, you're taking forever just for your hair. You haven't even started with your clothes yet."
Indeed he hasn't. He was still wearing his fluffy black bathrobe. He turned to Iori and glared at him before going back to styling his hair. Iori shook his head in disgust, grabbed his coat, and went to K's room, slamming the door shut behind him. He wanted to go to his sister's room instead, but figured that the two girls might still be changing.
K' laughed when he saw how annoyed Iori looked.
"So, is he done?" K' asked, watching Iori aggressively put his coat on. He turned towards him and scowled. "Guess not, then."
"Far from it," Iori frowned, trying to put his coat on properly. For some reason, it just didn't want to go up his arm. Then he suddenly groaned. "I forgot to bring my cologne..."
The K' team men started laughing at him. Iori scowled at them, annoyed.