[Trial concludes, and Sieghart returns to Lucretia's room with a grumble, for he's still caked in rainbow paint from head to toe. While he's still in possession of Soluna, his current attire is much more form-fitting than his usual as he strides inside. Thankfully, the paint isn't wet and doesn't leave footprints in his wake.]
Sighing and running a colorful hand through his equally colorful hair, Sieghart makes a beeline for the bathroom, where he leaves Soluna out by the door. He disappears for but a second when he pokes his head out of the doorway.]
Shout if anything happens.
[Then there's a click as he closes the door behind him, followed soon by the muffled rushing of water.]
[Who can say, Lucretia? A plot twist, perhaps? One can't trust anything these days.
Fortunately, the shower is an uneventful affair. It just takes longer than he'd care for it to, because paint can be persistent. Nevertheless, he prevails and steps out onto the tile when he realizes that he had, in his haste to wash off the colors dotting his body, forgotten to grab a change of clothes.
No matter. He grabs a towel instead, dries his hair with it, then wraps it around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom and heading straight for the closet.]
[--hello? sir almost faints at a hint of anything romantic is apparently completely fine being undressed in front of her? this is news, honestly, she didn't exactly expect him to just walk right out like that.
he does have a very nice body, though. again: she has eyes.]
[It's the same as walking around in swim trunks. His body sports all manner of scars, but he's clearly comfortable in his own skin as he opens the closet door.]
A change of clothes. I was in such a rush that I forgot to grab something.
[He pulls out a dress shirt and pants that go with the rest of his school uniform, leaving the jacket behind.
And because it's the same as walking around in swim trunks, he knows better than to change here. Back to the bathroom, he goes.]
[As far as he's concerned, there's nothing about which to be shy.
After changing and discarding the costume for it never to be seen again, he exits the bathroom once more. His hair is still damp, because he couldn't be bothered to dry it all the way. But he's clean and both looking and feeling all the fresher for it as he pads over to the couch, Soluna in his grasp, and drops onto it with a contented sigh.]
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Week 7: Saturday
I don't understand kids.
[Mabel's imagination is so much, always.]
It's dry, but I'm going to wash up first.
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I-- yeah, that might be-- definitely do that.
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Sighing and running a colorful hand through his equally colorful hair, Sieghart makes a beeline for the bathroom, where he leaves Soluna out by the door. He disappears for but a second when he pokes his head out of the doorway.]
Shout if anything happens.
[Then there's a click as he closes the door behind him, followed soon by the muffled rushing of water.]
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[sieg? she sounds kind of amused, there. literally what would occur to drag him out of the damn shower.]
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Fortunately, the shower is an uneventful affair. It just takes longer than he'd care for it to, because paint can be persistent. Nevertheless, he prevails and steps out onto the tile when he realizes that he had, in his haste to wash off the colors dotting his body, forgotten to grab a change of clothes.
No matter. He grabs a towel instead, dries his hair with it, then wraps it around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom and heading straight for the closet.]
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he does have a very nice body, though. again: she has eyes.]
Did... you forget something?
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A change of clothes. I was in such a rush that I forgot to grab something.
[He pulls out a dress shirt and pants that go with the rest of his school uniform, leaving the jacket behind.
And because it's the same as walking around in swim trunks, he knows better than to change here. Back to the bathroom, he goes.]
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-well. Don't let me hold you up, then.
[he's really just like this, huh-- but it's also good to know he's not that shy about these things.]
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After changing and discarding the costume for it never to be seen again, he exits the bathroom once more. His hair is still damp, because he couldn't be bothered to dry it all the way. But he's clean and both looking and feeling all the fresher for it as he pads over to the couch, Soluna in his grasp, and drops onto it with a contented sigh.]