[An ariel view of this would have been much funnier -- he sort of has one, but the knees up thing is quite possibly the most important detail. There is something charming in seeing him entirely disheveled, something he'd be able to enjoy a bit more if he weren't in such close proximity, enough to invite immediate retribution.
It comes, and it isn't half as harsh as he'd been anticipating. A tub isn't exactly the best place for pool-style play, and some part of him is appreciative that Takasugi didn't opt to concuss him against the side of the tub.
Not that a concussion for him means much.....but it's the thought that counts.]
Oh, I already have.
[He's quickly moving to sit up at that, brush his eyes of suds and water, both equally feeling unpleasant. He'll turn his face into that wrist if it's lingering anywhere near his hair still, pressing a apologetic kiss to it (if not, he'll manually lift his hand to provide an opportunity for such a gross act).]
Your hair needed to be wet in order for me to begin.
[A paltry explanation for his OOC behavior. He'll move to collect that bandage next, gathering it between both hands and neatly winding it into itself between his palms. It's completely soaked, likely unusable in the future, but he'll act as though it can be salvaged until properly proven otherwise.
It finds an eventual place outside of the tub, ontop of the supa clean rug.]
Sit up and turn away from me.
[Said as he's probably trapping Takasugi's legs between himself and the tub...........]
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It comes, and it isn't half as harsh as he'd been anticipating. A tub isn't exactly the best place for pool-style play, and some part of him is appreciative that Takasugi didn't opt to concuss him against the side of the tub.
Not that a concussion for him means much.....but it's the thought that counts.]
Oh, I already have.
[He's quickly moving to sit up at that, brush his eyes of suds and water, both equally feeling unpleasant. He'll turn his face into that wrist if it's lingering anywhere near his hair still, pressing a apologetic kiss to it (if not, he'll manually lift his hand to provide an opportunity for such a gross act).]
Your hair needed to be wet in order for me to begin.
[A paltry explanation for his OOC behavior. He'll move to collect that bandage next, gathering it between both hands and neatly winding it into itself between his palms. It's completely soaked, likely unusable in the future, but he'll act as though it can be salvaged until properly proven otherwise.
It finds an eventual place outside of the tub, ontop of the supa clean rug.]
Sit up and turn away from me.
[Said as he's probably trapping Takasugi's legs between himself and the tub...........]