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day 3, morning
[As it turns out, going to bed covered in cold, anxiety produced sweat? Very unpleasant. 0/10. Would not recommend to any fellow Locked Up Girl Gone WildTM. It's no wonder, then, that Angel hightails it to the community bathrooms sometime after curfew ends.
Unfortunately for her, there is already somebody else there. Which... would normally not be a problem, no. She has enough self control to keep herself from freaking out at being surrounded by people, despite how overwhelming it all is. But, you know. It's one thing to interact with a person who's fully clothed. It's another to step into the bathroom just in time to see Rhys stepping out of one of the shower stalls, dripping water all over the place and barely covering himself with a towel.
To say she feels an acute spike in her blood pressure would be an understatement.
She turns around immediately, hand covering her eyes like she's a stinking 12-year-old. What is this. Why is this. How is this.]
—I'm sorry. I am not, err... [Peeping? What is this.] I'll give you your privacy.
[Maybe she is??? Better off??? Living with her sweat like a brute?????????? Please stop being a selective pearl clutcher, Angel.]
Unfortunately for her, there is already somebody else there. Which... would normally not be a problem, no. She has enough self control to keep herself from freaking out at being surrounded by people, despite how overwhelming it all is. But, you know. It's one thing to interact with a person who's fully clothed. It's another to step into the bathroom just in time to see Rhys stepping out of one of the shower stalls, dripping water all over the place and barely covering himself with a towel.
To say she feels an acute spike in her blood pressure would be an understatement.
She turns around immediately, hand covering her eyes like she's a stinking 12-year-old. What is this. Why is this. How is this.]
—I'm sorry. I am not, err... [Peeping? What is this.] I'll give you your privacy.
[Maybe she is??? Better off??? Living with her sweat like a brute?????????? Please stop being a selective pearl clutcher, Angel.]
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he's not really expecting anyone to walk in on him when he's showering but he's still careful enough to wrap a towel around his waist before he steps out of the shower. he was going to dry off and check how his wounds were healing in the mirror first, having been able to grab a first aid kit when they showed up. he blinks in surprise when instead he runs into angel, who immediately tuns around and stammers. okay, weird. but cool, he can work with this. ]
No, bro. It's totally fine. I-- Uh. I think I might need your help, actually.
[ he'll fuss a little as her back is turned to make sure the towel is secure around his waist before picking up his change of clothes and first aid kit. he's totally going to put on that fucking sweatervest thing from that one fanart because i hate myself. but yes, he'll just... awkwardly wait for her to turn around now. ]
Have you ever put a bandage on someone before?
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There is only one reason she hasn't crawled off in her death throes, and it's that he might need her help. Might. Shockingly, nearly a decade of servitude did not prepare her for the horrors of coming face to face with too much skin. And nipple windows. But mostly, too much skin. She's seen her fair share of bandits running around topless while guiding the Vault Hunters, but this is something else. Something... worse? Who would've thunk it, huh.
Turning around again is like chewing styrofoam. She manages, though. Kind of. Sort of. Just ignore the fact that she is gently flipping her shit on the inside.]
No, I haven't. [So this is off to a great start. At least she does a great job at keeping her voice even.] ... But if you need assistance, I may give it a try.
[Assuming she doesn't die from sheer embarrassment. Save her.]