( his hands grope, gently, for the knobs of the shower--there's a groaning of the pipes, as though displeased at having to pump water into two stalls, instead of just one, but the burst of cold over his head has his shoulders lifting, skin tingling and lifting with a shiver of goosebumps. another fiddling turn of his fingers has at least some lukewarm tinge to the spray--he settles for that, ducking his head down until his hair's slicked with enough water that he can take a palm and peel it back from his face.
oushi is likely doing the same. he's adamantly not looking, because it's impolite: even if he cares little for the propriety nature of human beings, especially given that he's changed and stripped and been torn out of his clothing more than once in front of others, he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable, especially after just teasing him about monsters.
still, his ears pick up the sound, and his body animates itself before he can really realize it: swift, like a battle. around the edge of the shower, into the next stall, where the water is decidedly icy--to catch oushi with his arms around his middle, chest to oushi's back, gently hoisting him up onto his feet again.
his eyes narrow, briefly, annoyed at the bottom of the shower, as though it could somehow be blamed. )
...We'll both use this one, then. ( quietly, as he draws his arms forward, rather than away--it means that oushi is still trapped between them, as he gently fiddles this way and that with the water knobs, until it's at least a tepid spray. )
The monsters nearly got you. You would have split your head open.
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oushi is likely doing the same. he's adamantly not looking, because it's impolite: even if he cares little for the propriety nature of human beings, especially given that he's changed and stripped and been torn out of his clothing more than once in front of others, he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable, especially after just teasing him about monsters.
still, his ears pick up the sound, and his body animates itself before he can really realize it: swift, like a battle. around the edge of the shower, into the next stall, where the water is decidedly icy--to catch oushi with his arms around his middle, chest to oushi's back, gently hoisting him up onto his feet again.
his eyes narrow, briefly, annoyed at the bottom of the shower, as though it could somehow be blamed. )
...We'll both use this one, then. ( quietly, as he draws his arms forward, rather than away--it means that oushi is still trapped between them, as he gently fiddles this way and that with the water knobs, until it's at least a tepid spray. )
The monsters nearly got you. You would have split your head open.