[ Oh, Ishmael. Warn a guy when you just take off your robe like that, cause he's not really looking away as she steps into the bathtub. Don't think he hadn't seen those scars, though. Instantly, his mind thinks she's a fighter. He feels himself blush, just slightly. ]
You, uh.. you probably deserve it.
[ He's going to allow her to soak for a moment before reaching over for the shampoo bottle and squeezing an ample amount into his palms. He's.. going to probably need more than this, right? Like the whole hotel sized bottle? Maybe even more. ]
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You, uh.. you probably deserve it.
[ He's going to allow her to soak for a moment before reaching over for the shampoo bottle and squeezing an ample amount into his palms. He's.. going to probably need more than this, right? Like the whole hotel sized bottle? Maybe even more. ]
Are you a fighter?