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21.Nov.12, 10:36 PM
It wasn’t exactly late in the day, but it was later in the day than S’thor had originally intended on coming to the bath house. He’d meant to do this earlier but he’d had to repair things around his hut, bath Idenorth, and generally avoid people he didn’t want to speak with. That had taken more skill today than normal, and had even caused S’thor to hide in a cramped space for Faranth knows how fucking long. S’thor calmly slunk into the first hallway of the bathing house and stole a clean towel from one of the chairs in the hallway, paying no heed should it have belonging to someone else.
”What a fucking day.” The brownrider dredged through the hallway of the bathing house, his dark eyes scanning indifferently for any open door to slip through. He caught the edge of the one of the room’s doors quickly and peered inside. As he stepped through the archway, S’thor shrugged the towel off his shoulder and deftly into his hand before he threw it onto the edge of the pool. His clothes quickly ended up in the middle of the floor and he kicked them into a hapless pile before plunging deep into the warm waters—forgetting completely he had left the door open.
S’thor sunk completely naked into the tub, all but his head immersed into the water and he rubbed his face with his hand. The brownrider was stressed, not that that was new but with Idenorth’s constant prodding for socialization and S’thor’s lack of want to do so, he had been spending more time blocked Idenorth out than he had speaking with his dragon and the effort was beginning to take a toll. If only the fucking thing would shut up once in a while, and stop nagging… like a woman. Subconsciously, S’thor groaned as he heard the sounds of laughter vibrating againt the adjacent wall of the room. With a roll of his eyes, S'thor sunk deeper until his ears were covered. He closed his eyes as quiet finally took over and proceed to float about the rest of the pool in calmness.
”What a fucking day.” The brownrider dredged through the hallway of the bathing house, his dark eyes scanning indifferently for any open door to slip through. He caught the edge of the one of the room’s doors quickly and peered inside. As he stepped through the archway, S’thor shrugged the towel off his shoulder and deftly into his hand before he threw it onto the edge of the pool. His clothes quickly ended up in the middle of the floor and he kicked them into a hapless pile before plunging deep into the warm waters—forgetting completely he had left the door open.
S’thor sunk completely naked into the tub, all but his head immersed into the water and he rubbed his face with his hand. The brownrider was stressed, not that that was new but with Idenorth’s constant prodding for socialization and S’thor’s lack of want to do so, he had been spending more time blocked Idenorth out than he had speaking with his dragon and the effort was beginning to take a toll. If only the fucking thing would shut up once in a while, and stop nagging… like a woman. Subconsciously, S’thor groaned as he heard the sounds of laughter vibrating againt the adjacent wall of the room. With a roll of his eyes, S'thor sunk deeper until his ears were covered. He closed his eyes as quiet finally took over and proceed to float about the rest of the pool in calmness.
