[... She was a fool's fool to think he might have said something practical!!!! Like... like shaving oil or... or soap! Hayame bristles with embarrassment in the entranceway, prancing in place and stumbling over something to say to make it clear to him how silly such lines were, but the only thing that comes out is a flustered,]
I am leaving!
[And the door is... Okay, she doesn't slam it, but. She shuts it... firmly!!!
Her walk to the bathhouse is more of a stomp, red-faced and scaring a few people in the streets to get out of her way, but in the bathhouse... she calms back down. The pools are big enough there that she doesn't need to worry about her size, the water is hot... and she has always taken a certain degree in comfort from being able to cleanse herself. It is relaxing. And even if she thinks... the rest of the night might not be so relaxing... that from now there is... sleeping...
Just about an hour later, she is back, rapping her knuckles on his door again. This time, though, there is a bit of dampness clinging to her skin, her not-quite-dry hair piled atop her head in buns, her tail tied up, and a bundle of towel and toiletries in her arms.]
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I am leaving!
[And the door is... Okay, she doesn't slam it, but. She shuts it... firmly!!!
Her walk to the bathhouse is more of a stomp, red-faced and scaring a few people in the streets to get out of her way, but in the bathhouse... she calms back down. The pools are big enough there that she doesn't need to worry about her size, the water is hot... and she has always taken a certain degree in comfort from being able to cleanse herself. It is relaxing. And even if she thinks... the rest of the night might not be so relaxing... that from now there is... sleeping...
Just about an hour later, she is back, rapping her knuckles on his door again. This time, though, there is a bit of dampness clinging to her skin, her not-quite-dry hair piled atop her head in buns, her tail tied up, and a bundle of towel and toiletries in her arms.]