Awkward positions and Saturday Panties on a Wednesday.
There was a pile of laundry on her bed, actually clean and still a bit warm from the dryer toward the bottom of the pile. She had no clue how that had even happened since her quarters weren't exactly close to laundry service, but she managed it. She reached into the middle of the pile pulling a tank top out and tugging it on over her head as she headed into her bathroom.
Leaning over the sink she stared at herself in the mirror. Her hands ran through her hair grabbing it all in a handful and twisting it up into a loose knot. A free hand grabbed a tie pulling it around keeping it in place as best it could without being too tight.
She wanted to take a bath, but didn't even have the patience to draw one. The bruise on her hip was still there, a sickly yellow color though with a slight purple crease where the branch impacted against her. She kept poking at it, wincing at the tenderness to it.
Her palm pressed against it trying to get the blood flow through the wound hoping it would help somehow, before she set on the edge of the tub to begin her balancing act while she shaved her legs. Turning the faucet on and grabbing the razor and shave gel she started slowly with the trickier parts, like her ankle and right along her tendons.
Shaving actually relaxed her, but it was funny because she had to teach herself how to do it. Her mom was gone by that time, and gym class her freshman year had turned into a heated debate on why Aedeline didn't shave her legs yet. She almost wished she hadn't started back then. All those fine baby blonde hairs were gone by morning, and replaced with reddness and itching.
It took her three different classmates telling her five different things before she actually got the hang of it, and now she had adapted to the smaller spaces and the lack of actual time to pay attention. Her hand slipped across her leg at an angle that really wasn't meant to be used and she felt the sharp sting of skin getting sliced.
"Ow!" Then the telltale blur of red beneath the foamy lather, "Ow and OW!" Her hand ran under the water trying to wash the lather away and stop the bleeding, but of course it wasn't going to be an easy task. Turning to reach for her towel she twisted around and nearly toppled onto the floor of her bathroom.
Addie looked interesting, her hand pressed to the floor supporting her body, as her hand reached up for the towel on the counter, and her one leg hanging over the tub just in case she dripped blood somewhere.
Addie was in an predicament for sure.
Leaning over the sink she stared at herself in the mirror. Her hands ran through her hair grabbing it all in a handful and twisting it up into a loose knot. A free hand grabbed a tie pulling it around keeping it in place as best it could without being too tight.
She wanted to take a bath, but didn't even have the patience to draw one. The bruise on her hip was still there, a sickly yellow color though with a slight purple crease where the branch impacted against her. She kept poking at it, wincing at the tenderness to it.
Her palm pressed against it trying to get the blood flow through the wound hoping it would help somehow, before she set on the edge of the tub to begin her balancing act while she shaved her legs. Turning the faucet on and grabbing the razor and shave gel she started slowly with the trickier parts, like her ankle and right along her tendons.
Shaving actually relaxed her, but it was funny because she had to teach herself how to do it. Her mom was gone by that time, and gym class her freshman year had turned into a heated debate on why Aedeline didn't shave her legs yet. She almost wished she hadn't started back then. All those fine baby blonde hairs were gone by morning, and replaced with reddness and itching.
It took her three different classmates telling her five different things before she actually got the hang of it, and now she had adapted to the smaller spaces and the lack of actual time to pay attention. Her hand slipped across her leg at an angle that really wasn't meant to be used and she felt the sharp sting of skin getting sliced.
"Ow!" Then the telltale blur of red beneath the foamy lather, "Ow and OW!" Her hand ran under the water trying to wash the lather away and stop the bleeding, but of course it wasn't going to be an easy task. Turning to reach for her towel she twisted around and nearly toppled onto the floor of her bathroom.
Addie looked interesting, her hand pressed to the floor supporting her body, as her hand reached up for the towel on the counter, and her one leg hanging over the tub just in case she dripped blood somewhere.
Addie was in an predicament for sure.