[ he literally set himself up for it, so he's not sure why mizuki responding the way they do throws him off his rhythm. maybe because, usually, when people get this close to him, they have a knife resting at his chin rather than a finger.
as mizuki retreats, he laughs under his breath and finally climbs out of the tub. confirming his sobriety (or at least hiding his inebriation extremely well), there is no stagger to his step—no, his movements are surprisingly fluid, as he skirts around mizuki to make for the exit. but he teases as he passes: ]
Ya got a point. Why bother when there's a perfectly fine bedroom down the hall?
[ he grins as he takes his leave, one hand raised in a parting salute while the other closes the door. when mizuki starts the taps, they'll be relieved to find that it is water flowing from the faucet... but it's not normal water.
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as mizuki retreats, he laughs under his breath and finally climbs out of the tub. confirming his sobriety (or at least hiding his inebriation extremely well), there is no stagger to his step—no, his movements are surprisingly fluid, as he skirts around mizuki to make for the exit. but he teases as he passes: ]
Ya got a point. Why bother when there's a perfectly fine bedroom down the hall?
[ he grins as he takes his leave, one hand raised in a parting salute while the other closes the door. when mizuki starts the taps, they'll be relieved to find that it is water flowing from the faucet... but it's not normal water.
it's rose-scented.
an indulgence, if you will. ]