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Characters: Saki, Sheik
Location: Bathhouse (and area immediately beyond).
Time: Late evening
Brief Summary: Saki takes advantage of a rare opportunity.
Rating: PG for mischief?
This has not been the best of days.
Having been woken up by a bodach in the middle of the night, not even Saki’s stubbornness could win out of the apprehensive chill that had taken away her ability to get any further sleep that night. While unceremoniously throwing it out on its ass had been fun, the lack of sleep had left her cranky and snappish through the entire morning and most of the afternoon. So she goes to the bathhouse - for the second time in a day and a half - with the intention of sulking and soaking.
It’s with surprise that she notices the pile of clothes on the bench upon arriving. The fact that they’re meticulously folded is less of a surprise, and Saki immediately undoes it, lifting at a corner to see - yep.
She could just walk away. She could just let him have his moment of peace and quiet and relaxation without interfering. But right now, in this moment, she has an opportunity.
An opportunity - to be a complete and utter brat.
Ultimately, and after a few moments of dithering, mischief and the need for a laugh wins out over any sense of kindness and moderation she may or may not possess. So when she hears the door creak open from the opposite room, Saki grabs the pile of clothes into her arms and darts out into the night.
Location: Bathhouse (and area immediately beyond).
Time: Late evening
Brief Summary: Saki takes advantage of a rare opportunity.
Rating: PG for mischief?
This has not been the best of days.
Having been woken up by a bodach in the middle of the night, not even Saki’s stubbornness could win out of the apprehensive chill that had taken away her ability to get any further sleep that night. While unceremoniously throwing it out on its ass had been fun, the lack of sleep had left her cranky and snappish through the entire morning and most of the afternoon. So she goes to the bathhouse - for the second time in a day and a half - with the intention of sulking and soaking.
It’s with surprise that she notices the pile of clothes on the bench upon arriving. The fact that they’re meticulously folded is less of a surprise, and Saki immediately undoes it, lifting at a corner to see - yep.
She could just walk away. She could just let him have his moment of peace and quiet and relaxation without interfering. But right now, in this moment, she has an opportunity.
An opportunity - to be a complete and utter brat.
Ultimately, and after a few moments of dithering, mischief and the need for a laugh wins out over any sense of kindness and moderation she may or may not possess. So when she hears the door creak open from the opposite room, Saki grabs the pile of clothes into her arms and darts out into the night.