[Carefully... she takes the comb back and tucks it into the waist pouch that she has discarded by the side of the mattress, their fingers briefly brushing. In exchange, she accepts her tea, and... He is still touching her. Her glance slides towards his hand on her flank, but...
She doesn't say anything against it.]
Every few days. More if I exert myself.
[It took more effort and more stretching into odd positions to do...]
- The bathhouse had a scraper.
[Just in case he was concerned about the state of her coat in his new sheets. (Which she noticed, with a bit of pleasure.)]
no subject
She doesn't say anything against it.]
Every few days. More if I exert myself.
[It took more effort and more stretching into odd positions to do...]
- The bathhouse had a scraper.
[Just in case he was concerned about the state of her coat in his new sheets. (Which she noticed, with a bit of pleasure.)]