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Who: Basch and Ashe
What: Consoling Ashe and maybe reviving Basch's fighting spirit
Where: Mostly in their room
When: Shortly after the bodyswap event
Warnings: Nothing as far as I can tell
Basch awoke near midday -how had he let himself sleep so late?- feeling disoriented and even imagining that he still smelled of cigarettes. He'd had an odd dream -or something- in which he'd been referred to as "Cid" and held in general disdain by most who encountered him. His clothes had been grease-stained, and the smell...! Basch had, of course, gone through his own bouts of smelling sometimes even less wonderful than a malboro, but those days usually concerned blood and sweat, evidence of battles and of sleeping on unforgiving ground- natural smells. The Cid character had smelled distinctly less manly and more...sleazy, for want of a less offensive term.
Basch shook his head, trying to clear it of the thoughts and the lingering feelings of discomfort in a foreign body. Though honestly, all things considered, his own body still felt somewhat foreign to him. He would take care to remedy that soon, perhaps today. Rolling his shoulders and pausing to work out a kink in his neck, Basch stood and stretched, catching notice of Ashe looking somewhat forlorn on the other side of the room.
He approached her confidently now; since he had learned that she still held him in high regard, he had ceased to be so careful around her. "May I ask what troubles you, m'lady?"
What: Consoling Ashe and maybe reviving Basch's fighting spirit
Where: Mostly in their room
When: Shortly after the bodyswap event
Warnings: Nothing as far as I can tell
Basch awoke near midday -how had he let himself sleep so late?- feeling disoriented and even imagining that he still smelled of cigarettes. He'd had an odd dream -or something- in which he'd been referred to as "Cid" and held in general disdain by most who encountered him. His clothes had been grease-stained, and the smell...! Basch had, of course, gone through his own bouts of smelling sometimes even less wonderful than a malboro, but those days usually concerned blood and sweat, evidence of battles and of sleeping on unforgiving ground- natural smells. The Cid character had smelled distinctly less manly and more...sleazy, for want of a less offensive term.
Basch shook his head, trying to clear it of the thoughts and the lingering feelings of discomfort in a foreign body. Though honestly, all things considered, his own body still felt somewhat foreign to him. He would take care to remedy that soon, perhaps today. Rolling his shoulders and pausing to work out a kink in his neck, Basch stood and stretched, catching notice of Ashe looking somewhat forlorn on the other side of the room.
He approached her confidently now; since he had learned that she still held him in high regard, he had ceased to be so careful around her. "May I ask what troubles you, m'lady?"