[ she teases, and it's as if no time has passed at all, as if nothing has changed between them, because.. it hasn't. these long moons have felt endless, but in the end, their time apart was not terribly long, compared with what it could have been. falling into their old patterns is as easy as breathing.
reaching through the curtain, alisaie flips the wooden sign to occupied, and sets to work filling a wooden bucket with water from the filled tub and splashing it into the empty one, before she's carefully helping prompto out of his dusty jacket, and tossing it right into the water of the second tub. alisaie has a much higher tolerance for grossness than prompto does, but even she knows when it's time to get the scummy clothing washed. leaning in, she sniffs at the nape of his neck, then recoils - mostly exaggerated, but he's still pretty ripe.. ]
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[ she teases, and it's as if no time has passed at all, as if nothing has changed between them, because.. it hasn't. these long moons have felt endless, but in the end, their time apart was not terribly long, compared with what it could have been. falling into their old patterns is as easy as breathing.
reaching through the curtain, alisaie flips the wooden sign to occupied, and sets to work filling a wooden bucket with water from the filled tub and splashing it into the empty one, before she's carefully helping prompto out of his dusty jacket, and tossing it right into the water of the second tub. alisaie has a much higher tolerance for grossness than prompto does, but even she knows when it's time to get the scummy clothing washed. leaning in, she sniffs at the nape of his neck, then recoils - mostly exaggerated, but he's still pretty ripe.. ]
Gods, that stink could fell an aurochs.
[ she's trying, and failing, not to smile. ]