Rosen laughed out loud for a moment, "Frei's not a child," he informed Long, "She's a creepy-ass adult stuck in a kid's body."

"She's still in a child's body," Long noted as if the concept wasn't too foreign.

"Just 'cause she's in a child's body does not mean she's going to sit down and make crafts," Rosen retorted.

"Just because I never did crafts as a child, does not mean I want to sit down and do crafts," Long replied. As he more time he spent at the resort, he seemed to be getting a little snippier. He didn't seem to be aware of it though.

Rosen just smirked, "I don't care if you don't want to," he informed Long, "It's part of your therapy."

"I don't need therapy," Long argued before preforming a complex kick at the air for exercise. He was noticeably unsatisfied with the results. And even Rosen could tell he was starting to become a little worse at his typical exercises and he was having more trouble focusing. His body was off for some reason and time wasn't helping.

Rosen watched as his smile faded, he let out a long sigh, "Yes, you do," he replied simply, "We both know something's wrong."

Long didn't say anything as he tried again, still not getting it right.

Rosen walked over and made a swipe at Long's hand.

Long pulled his hand away, not looking terribly happy.

"C'mon, stressing yourself out about it won't do any good," he informed Long with a frown.

"I'm not stressed," Long argued. If he wasn't stressed, then he was irritable for some other reason.

"Then what's going on?" Rosen asked bluntly, "Your mood is mud right now."

"... I don't know," Long admitted.

Rosen muttered something in german again, "Well at least you're being honest," he replied, "Do you want to meet up with Blaze? I heard she's coming in today."

Long paused before shaking his head.

"Why not? She probably knows you the best out of everyone here," he noted.

"I don't know her that well," Long explained.

Rosen shrugged, "Maybe she knows who you're so frustrated."

Long shook his head, pretty certain that she didn't.

Rosen rolled his eyes a little, "Clearly trying to go about your typical Yin Long schedule here isn't working," he told Long, "How about we do something else?"

"I've known a strict schedule like this my entire life," Long replied, trying the kick again. "I doubt deviating from it will help."

"You've never broken it?" Rosen asked, "Like... ever?"

"Not for an extended period of time," Long explained, trying again.

"Well then a few more hours won't hurt, let's do something fun!" he complained.

"Like what?" Long asked, turning to look at Rosen before turning away again and trying the kick again. If Rosen was paying attention, Long was looking more at Rosen than he normally did. Even when he was doing the kick in front of the mirror, Rosen's reflection seemed to distract him. But Long appeared totally unaware of this.

Rosen didn't seem flustered by Long at all, "Like... you're well enough to go in the hot tub, right? I've got a knot the size of a buffalo in my back," he complained.

"You don't like my massages," he noted, still trying to focus on the kick. He seemed totally oblivious mentally.

"I like them!" Rosen argued, "But there's something so relaxing about sitting in a hot tub and being blasted with hot water, ya'know?"

"Not particularly," Long replied, head still absent. But Rosen seemed to start getting small reactions from his body that other people would be oblivious to.

Rosen was pretty oblivious himself, "Have you ever just sat in a hot tub before?" he demanded, crossing his arms.

"No," Long replied, like he thought the concept wasn't worth the time.

"Well you can't diss it until you've tried it!" Rosen declared, reaching for Long's hand again.

Long tried to pull his hand away again.

Rosen had latched on this time, anticipating Long's reaction. Of course if Long really yanked, he could easily break Rosen's grip.

Long yanked away, but not hard enough to shake him off.

Rosen seemed to think he was really strong, he grinned briefly before focusing on Long, "Can't friends hold hands?" he asked, a little confused.

"... They usually don't," Long replied, looking at their hands. But he didn't try to pull away again.

Rosen shrugged, "Whatever," he replied before turning and trying to tug Long along with him.

Long seemed very hesitant, but his legs didn't put up much of a struggle as he let Rosen drag him off.