[finally, his plucky victorian(tm) reactions to things have found their place. he pats her hand on his arm as they head up to the magic onsen properly. hmmm...]
Well, thank you for the vote of confidence, but I'm not as sure. Now then, I don't suppose they wished for it to come with some kind of waiting room...?
[ sierra does finally pull away from his arm so she can look around, careful not to go poking into the men’s bath despite all signs pointing to her not giving a shit. she isn’t a hypocrite, of course, but she does look like a genuine young lady when she’s exploring.
hm, hmm… ]
Come here and help me take an inventory of things we yet need!
[ when she opens her mouth again, though, it’s pretty obvious she’s just a crone. ]
[reim would love to just loiter over here by the entrance, but apparently not, wow.... he studiously keeps his eye-rolling to himself before turning to attend to Her Pickiness.]
As I thought, the miraculous appearance of a bathhouse was too good to be true...
[well, he'll go pop his head into the men's bath. there's clearly not enough surplus of gaudy luxury items in here - he may have to amend "quaint" to "bleak."]
[ the divider between the baths isn’t that big, so she doesn’t have to raise her voice too much, but she thinks that this might be a problem as well. maybe a brick wall will do the trick. ]
Reim! [ no stuttering this time, at least. ] As I said, we need statues.
[it is empty indeed!! there's something to be said for function over form, maybe, but he's a rich boy and he wants nice things in this shitty backwater coloring book town. sigh.]
Do you expect me to take up sculpture? I wouldn't know where to begin.
[also, where will they get the pristine marble? also, he has delicate hands. as for this lackluster divider... he taps on it a few times, hmm.]
That boy who was so keen on mixed baths shouldn't be allowed in here.
[ there is, briefly, the sound of sierra hopping as if to try to look over the divider—furthermore, as if she doesn’t realize how short she is in comparison to most of the town. ]
We’ll also need to [ hop ] fortify this, of course.
sierra’s fingers do manage to poke over the top of the divider if she stretches and steps on her tiptoes, which definitely means it’s no good in addition to merely being flimsy. ]
[if reim started hopping up and down like a dingus, he could see over the top... he is not going to do that for a variety of reasons, but still, how does it feel to be that short?]
Would you prefer it reach the ceiling? Just how much of this structure do you plan to demand someone [read: himself] change...?
Keep close, will you? The heat might make me faint.
[ it sounds like some stupid ploy to keep him nearby, but really, after getting cold last month, she isn’t taking her chances with the temperature of things. ]
[ it’s just a test bath, in any case. as much as she does, perhaps foolishly because of her heart, trust reim, she isn’t ready to be caught in a compromising position by someone who might muscle past him in their eagerness.
all she ends up doing is soaking her legs, and that’s enough to satisfy her. the water is fine. they need a million other things.
she’s back out of the baths shortly, looking exactly the same as ever, except her hair is just a bit damp from the steam and she’s carrying her socks and shoes. ]
[ she is not above it, unfortunately, though she might be this time simply because it’s not that much of a hassle to get those socks and shoes back on. if she had some luggage, that might be a different story. ]
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Well, thank you for the vote of confidence, but I'm not as sure. Now then, I don't suppose they wished for it to come with some kind of waiting room...?
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[ sierra does finally pull away from his arm so she can look around, careful not to go poking into the men’s bath despite all signs pointing to her not giving a shit. she isn’t a hypocrite, of course, but she does look like a genuine young lady when she’s exploring.
hm, hmm… ]
Come here and help me take an inventory of things we yet need!
[ when she opens her mouth again, though, it’s pretty obvious she’s just a crone. ]
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As I thought, the miraculous appearance of a bathhouse was too good to be true...
[well, he'll go pop his head into the men's bath. there's clearly not enough surplus of gaudy luxury items in here - he may have to amend "quaint" to "bleak."]
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[ the divider between the baths isn’t that big, so she doesn’t have to raise her voice too much, but she thinks that this might be a problem as well. maybe a brick wall will do the trick. ]
Reim! [ no stuttering this time, at least. ] As I said, we need statues.
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Do you expect me to take up sculpture? I wouldn't know where to begin.
[also, where will they get the pristine marble? also, he has delicate hands. as for this lackluster divider... he taps on it a few times, hmm.]
That boy who was so keen on mixed baths shouldn't be allowed in here.
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We’ll also need to [ hop ] fortify this, of course.
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[.....]
What are you doing?
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[ obviously.
sierra’s fingers do manage to poke over the top of the divider if she stretches and steps on her tiptoes, which definitely means it’s no good in addition to merely being flimsy. ]
This simply won’t do.
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Would you prefer it reach the ceiling? Just how much of this structure do you plan to demand someone [read: himself] change...?
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[ reim has much work to do. ]
Look at it this way. You can take a bath as soon as you’ve finished all that labor.
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[surely, she would not do anything petty to stop him. that would be so unlike her.]
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[ she’s already petty. ]
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[is it more or less dumb to have this conversation through a thin wall? you be the judge.]
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You had two whole weeks without me! I can’t fathom why you would be complaining about getting back to work now.
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Habit? I haven't had the chance in two weeks.
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[ sierra finds herself smiling at his comment, despite the sass of it all, and she’s grateful that there’s a piece of wood keeping them separate. ]
Enjoy it while it lasts. I’ll punish you next time.
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[she's never actually done that yet, so it's a bit less ridiculous that he finds idle threats of punishment endearing. maybe.]
Well, I'll wait outside, shall I?
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[ it sounds like some stupid ploy to keep him nearby, but really, after getting cold last month, she isn’t taking her chances with the temperature of things. ]
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[please don't faint in the bath... but he will make his way back outside and loiter appropriately.]
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all she ends up doing is soaking her legs, and that’s enough to satisfy her. the water is fine. they need a million other things.
she’s back out of the baths shortly, looking exactly the same as ever, except her hair is just a bit damp from the steam and she’s carrying her socks and shoes. ]
It’s a start.
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anyway that was not a bath, that was sierra leading him around making complaints and then sticking her feet in the water. wow. just look at this.]
We aren't going anywhere else until you put your shoes back on.
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[ she is not above it, unfortunately, though she might be this time simply because it’s not that much of a hassle to get those socks and shoes back on. if she had some luggage, that might be a different story. ]
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[please... this escort mission doesn't need even more silly demands. he pauses, then a little defensively of his stringbean physique:]
I am capable of carrying you, you know.
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[ true to form, now that she’s asked, it’s hard to tell if this was her plan all along or if she’s following a slightly malicious sense of whimsy.
she does, at least, start to pull her socks back on. look, she’s listening. ]
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[well, no, but more or less yes. she's tiny. just put on the shoes and hush...]
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