In times of duress, stress, or exertion. [ she knows.
angela moves forward. shamelessly, she chest rises out of the water jut slightly to give way to the sight of her breasts. water runs down her body in long streaks, and steam rises from the bath. ]
I'll do it.
[ she tries to take the rag from him. yes, the one he's using. ]
Or when you're in a steaming bath that traps heat. [ she's being dramatic.
that is, until she rises without an ounce of reluctance -- roland's eyes dart to the side quickly, and he swallows down a cough, feeling the heat swelling in his face. his attention is pulled back to her in her attempt to wrench the rag out of his hands; he lets himself lose that fight easily. still isn't looking at her. ]
[ with the rag in hand, she begins to rub at his skin.
it's quite simple and too gentle for anything, as if she's still measuring out her own strength. a thoughtful expression follows the streal of suds left behind each stroke, and angela only looks upon his chest. ]
I can perspire, however, it is not the same as what you experience. [ a beat. ] In other words, I do not smell as you do.
[ he stiffens and flinches at her touch; it’s an involuntary response. his eyes are trained on the water, away from her. ]
Sorry. It’s been… a long time.
[ preparing himself with an exhale, roland’s shoulders relax and melt into her hands. it’s an embarrassing realization, really: he’s touch starved, no better than a dog searching for a trough. he can only barely meet her gaze at surface level, but he skirts a glance at her, as if signifying that he’s still engaged. ]
Angela. [ his eyes harden as he speaks. ] You don’t have to. I can take care of myself.
[ selfishly, she's doing this for herself. doesn't she always, though? ]
File them correctly if you have complaints. As for me, I am collecting information. [ then, blithely: ]
You have a wound here from being shot at. [ she continues. ] A healed scar on the back of your upper thigh. Someone tried to incapacitate you from behind. Is that it?
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Certainly, I've learned a lot. There was a great deal of data to collect, as I hoped.
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[ back to washing it is. this time, he is scrubbing intently beneath his underarms. ]
The thing about humans is that they sweat… a lot.
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angela moves forward. shamelessly, she chest rises out of the water jut slightly to give way to the sight of her breasts. water runs down her body in long streaks, and steam rises from the bath. ]
I'll do it.
[ she tries to take the rag from him. yes, the one he's using. ]
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that is, until she rises without an ounce of reluctance -- roland's eyes dart to the side quickly, and he swallows down a cough, feeling the heat swelling in his face. his attention is pulled back to her in her attempt to wrench the rag out of his hands; he lets himself lose that fight easily. still isn't looking at her. ]
...Do what? What'd you need the rag for?
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it's quite simple and too gentle for anything, as if she's still measuring out her own strength. a thoughtful expression follows the streal of suds left behind each stroke, and angela only looks upon his chest. ]
I can perspire, however, it is not the same as what you experience. [ a beat. ] In other words, I do not smell as you do.
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Sorry. It’s been… a long time.
[ preparing himself with an exhale, roland’s shoulders relax and melt into her hands. it’s an embarrassing realization, really: he’s touch starved, no better than a dog searching for a trough. he can only barely meet her gaze at surface level, but he skirts a glance at her, as if signifying that he’s still engaged. ]
Angela. [ his eyes harden as he speaks. ] You don’t have to. I can take care of myself.
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[ selfishly, she's doing this for herself. doesn't she always, though? ]
File them correctly if you have complaints. As for me, I am collecting information. [ then, blithely: ]
You have a wound here from being shot at. [ she continues. ] A healed scar on the back of your upper thigh. Someone tried to incapacitate you from behind. Is that it?