A sailor never gets seasick - or certainly never admits it when he does.
[ and here they are - the fussing part of this song and dance he knew would come based on earlier - that the warm, hazy thing they'd experienced would fall the moment they left the tub waters. he stands ready and waiting, even as koby's eyes roam his body. it's very flattering, and to say he isn't doing the same when the other man climbs out would be an utter lie.
but he takes the towel, idly drying off but making a surprised noise when koby wrings out the water in his braid. in the air of tomfoolery he leaves the towel atop his head, continuing to dry himself with the large, fluffy towel. it's warm, which is intriguing - like a towel warmed by a fire or stove. he doesn't know what magic it is, but he's pleased all the same.
the cupboard above the sink has him looking up at it, stepping up a little closer to koby, disappointed that he's wrapped the towel around himself. ah, well, it's all simple to remove later. he reaches for the bottle of painkillers, turning them over in his palm, curious. his world has some tablets and tinctures made up by magicians, apothecaries, but nothing that looks like this.
not that he has time to worry over it - koby prattles on and on again and with a sigh he tilts his head back, letting the towel fall to the floor, dropping the large fluffy one he'd been handed, and he bends, reaching to sweep koby off his feet, one arm cradled at his back, the other under his knees. there's light in his eyes, even if there's strain in his body. ]
Rest is for the dead, Commander. So, shall you navigate to our good vessel or shall I tread in unknown waters and hope for the best?
[ he's close, close enough to kiss koby again but this time? he doesn't. he simply smiles just out of reach, and starts moving for the door. ]
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[ and here they are - the fussing part of this song and dance he knew would come based on earlier - that the warm, hazy thing they'd experienced would fall the moment they left the tub waters. he stands ready and waiting, even as koby's eyes roam his body. it's very flattering, and to say he isn't doing the same when the other man climbs out would be an utter lie.
but he takes the towel, idly drying off but making a surprised noise when koby wrings out the water in his braid. in the air of tomfoolery he leaves the towel atop his head, continuing to dry himself with the large, fluffy towel. it's warm, which is intriguing - like a towel warmed by a fire or stove. he doesn't know what magic it is, but he's pleased all the same.
the cupboard above the sink has him looking up at it, stepping up a little closer to koby, disappointed that he's wrapped the towel around himself. ah, well, it's all simple to remove later. he reaches for the bottle of painkillers, turning them over in his palm, curious. his world has some tablets and tinctures made up by magicians, apothecaries, but nothing that looks like this.
not that he has time to worry over it - koby prattles on and on again and with a sigh he tilts his head back, letting the towel fall to the floor, dropping the large fluffy one he'd been handed, and he bends, reaching to sweep koby off his feet, one arm cradled at his back, the other under his knees. there's light in his eyes, even if there's strain in his body. ]
Rest is for the dead, Commander. So, shall you navigate to our good vessel or shall I tread in unknown waters and hope for the best?
[ he's close, close enough to kiss koby again but this time? he doesn't. he simply smiles just out of reach, and starts moving for the door. ]