Charlie looks around the room as he passes through it, finding some of the furniture amusing, wryly. It is very Teja.
"That's a pretty stone," is all he says to the bathroom, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt slowly, chuckling. "This is a familiar situation, for me. Surprisingly, and somewhat amusingly familiar."
"It should not be," Teja says. "I am not a client; I am myself! If this feels too much like your old trade, we may go to the warm part of the lake instead, even though it is not nearly as warm as my bathwater."
Charlie laughs. "No, that's not what I meant. I rarely took a bath with any client. Just being in a room together, with the expectation of taking off some or all of our clothes makes me laugh."
He thumbed at the buttons slowly, standing and watching Teja, smiling. "You are as far from a client as it's possible to be, trust me."
Teja is taking off his warm socks, one of the rather wonky pairs that the little womble had given him, more than a year ago. He had come up the stairs on them, taking off the skates before he entered the building.
"We are truly alone now," Teja says. "None other may enter, apart from the cats."
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"That's a pretty stone," is all he says to the bathroom, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt slowly, chuckling. "This is a familiar situation, for me. Surprisingly, and somewhat amusingly familiar."
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But he does take off his cloak.
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He thumbed at the buttons slowly, standing and watching Teja, smiling. "You are as far from a client as it's possible to be, trust me."
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"We are truly alone now," Teja says. "None other may enter, apart from the cats."
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