[ even more surprising than waking in a strange washroom is finding out that the suite attached is occupied.
the moment he hears movement, aarya is tensing, sitting forward, one hand twitching, ready to summon his staff if need be, though surely he must look like a pathetic mess right now, soaked to the skin, his long limbs all tangled up branches after a windstorm. when kaveh shows his face, aarya narrows his eyes and scrambles to sit forward.
but rather than throwing that vase, his unfortunate stranger hesitates, and asks if he's all right. the plot is thickening here, but he has no clue what is going on. with a grunt of effort and irritation, aarya rights himself, climbing to his feet and beginning to wring out his long, dark hair. ]
I am unhurt, if that is what you are asking. But.. who are you? Where am I?
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the moment he hears movement, aarya is tensing, sitting forward, one hand twitching, ready to summon his staff if need be, though surely he must look like a pathetic mess right now, soaked to the skin, his long limbs all tangled up branches after a windstorm. when kaveh shows his face, aarya narrows his eyes and scrambles to sit forward.
but rather than throwing that vase, his unfortunate stranger hesitates, and asks if he's all right. the plot is thickening here, but he has no clue what is going on. with a grunt of effort and irritation, aarya rights himself, climbing to his feet and beginning to wring out his long, dark hair. ]
I am unhurt, if that is what you are asking. But.. who are you? Where am I?