[Butler for a day doesn't feel like it'll be all that different from normal, but the aches in her arms and back tell her not to sass him, even if she knows he wouldn't revoke the offer -- only in jest, maybe. She'll take it and for once not feel too guilty.
Last night was such a failure. This one was shaping up to be pretty damn good, even if her initial test of the water after removing her clothes has her hissing out a series of swears and jumping back. It echoes weirdly despite her attempt to be quiet, the wide, empty area taking up the sound with an eagerness that almost startles her more than the chill of the water. Ryder stills, listening hard for anything that wasn't abandoned building or nature that was happy to ignore her. Wouldn't that be an embarrassing way to die... Imagining Teo coming down to find her chewed up, naked body makes her grimace. She acknowledges that half the reasons for it are stupid.
She shakes her head and eases herself in, this time biting down on her lip to stop further complaints. Phew. Okay. Now comes the actually good part of scrubbing every inch of herself without a care for rationing, massaging and scratching shampoo into her hair, and after bracing herself, dunking completely underwater and shaking her head back and forth to pretend she's some mythical sea creature, equally dangerous as she was beautiful. When she surfaces, she imagines she looks more like the swamp goblin she often feels closer to. Well, at least she smells fucking great. Like vanilla. Ryder's mostly adjusted to the temperature, but all the same, she doesn't want to linger too long and have Teo worry enough that he unexpectedly checks on her. As much as she trusts him, that might still make her want to die. Less inclined to put her dirty clothes back on immediately -- comparatively fresh as they were, coming from the apartment -- Ryder makes her way back tightly wrapped up in the bathrobe and slippered instead of dressed. It doesn't feel quite as soft as it was when she was fully dry, but it's still definitely something to be appreciated.
She's still happily running a hand up and down the opposite sleeve as she comes upon the door to their room, and only stops to reach for the knob, pause, and give a soft knock before creeping in. Teo's smile is returned with a lopsided one of her own before she unceremoniously drops her bundle of clothes, towel, and products onto the floor.]
Hey.
[And now...! To flop facedown onto the other half of the bed, letting herself enjoy it for a bit before moving on to that whole wine plan. Mmm, pillow.]
Bummer I can't -- shave this grown out bit. [Ryder pushes herself up to a kneel and runs her fingers through what was once a shorn patch of her hair. She'd thought about trying it with the disposable razor back at the apartment, but it seemed hard to do on her own. More importantly...] Do you need -- comb yet?
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Last night was such a failure. This one was shaping up to be pretty damn good, even if her initial test of the water after removing her clothes has her hissing out a series of swears and jumping back. It echoes weirdly despite her attempt to be quiet, the wide, empty area taking up the sound with an eagerness that almost startles her more than the chill of the water. Ryder stills, listening hard for anything that wasn't abandoned building or nature that was happy to ignore her. Wouldn't that be an embarrassing way to die... Imagining Teo coming down to find her chewed up, naked body makes her grimace. She acknowledges that half the reasons for it are stupid.
She shakes her head and eases herself in, this time biting down on her lip to stop further complaints. Phew. Okay. Now comes the actually good part of scrubbing every inch of herself without a care for rationing, massaging and scratching shampoo into her hair, and after bracing herself, dunking completely underwater and shaking her head back and forth to pretend she's some mythical sea creature, equally dangerous as she was beautiful. When she surfaces, she imagines she looks more like the swamp goblin she often feels closer to. Well, at least she smells fucking great. Like vanilla. Ryder's mostly adjusted to the temperature, but all the same, she doesn't want to linger too long and have Teo worry enough that he unexpectedly checks on her. As much as she trusts him, that might still make her want to die. Less inclined to put her dirty clothes back on immediately -- comparatively fresh as they were, coming from the apartment -- Ryder makes her way back tightly wrapped up in the bathrobe and slippered instead of dressed. It doesn't feel quite as soft as it was when she was fully dry, but it's still definitely something to be appreciated.
She's still happily running a hand up and down the opposite sleeve as she comes upon the door to their room, and only stops to reach for the knob, pause, and give a soft knock before creeping in. Teo's smile is returned with a lopsided one of her own before she unceremoniously drops her bundle of clothes, towel, and products onto the floor.]
Hey.
[And now...! To flop facedown onto the other half of the bed, letting herself enjoy it for a bit before moving on to that whole wine plan. Mmm, pillow.]
Bummer I can't -- shave this grown out bit. [Ryder pushes herself up to a kneel and runs her fingers through what was once a shorn patch of her hair. She'd thought about trying it with the disposable razor back at the apartment, but it seemed hard to do on her own. More importantly...] Do you need -- comb yet?