[ this must be what it's like moments before a siren drowns you or some such. percy finds a bit of the tub to cling onto with one hand as his vision, while still blurry, clears as much as it can now that his eyes aren't full of water. he looks to her with less-than-keen squinting eyes before he feels the water move, the warmth of her bearing into his space, but not uncomfortably. he bends where she presses, sliding a hand along until they're met somewhere in the middle.
the water's just hot, it's not his face. not his face at all. ]
Well then, [ swallowing just softly, a second, lifting a hand up to meet hers and press against the back of it. ] I can't find any reason to argue.
[ sm...ooth... right? ]
This is rather soothing.
[ nicer than getting viciously rained on by merciless water pressure, but you have to get the gallipoli off you somehow. ]
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the water's just hot, it's not his face. not his face at all. ]
Well then, [ swallowing just softly, a second, lifting a hand up to meet hers and press against the back of it. ] I can't find any reason to argue.
[ sm...ooth... right? ]
This is rather soothing.
[ nicer than getting viciously rained on by merciless water pressure, but you have to get the gallipoli off you somehow. ]