well... a shower sounds really good right now. doesn't Crowley want one too? yet the vampire seems completely fine; does he just not sweat like a human would?
not thoughts Aoba's going to spend forever on. he does just that, trudges into the bathroom despite the way his muscles complain and drags himself into a hot shower. lathering up thick with soap and scrubbing away the remnants of their night together feels good, even if he likes having Crowley's scent all over.
and he's not out soon enough to be waiting when the vampire returns—dang, he's not Crowley, he's Wile E. Crowlyote. but it's only a moment later that the sound of the knob's being turned and the sound of the shower goes out. Aoba's left his clothes across the bed, not having even thought about them when he dragged himself into the bathroom in the first place, so when he steps out it's with a towel knotted around his waist, smelling of clean skin and soap. )
Welcome back. ( well, he's not displeased to have Crowley back so soon. and of course he looks downward suspiciously, ready to recoil at even the shape of a milk carton. but it looks safe and he lets free a little sigh of relief. ) So what did you get?
( since they both knew he was looking for milk right then. is it donuts???// )
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well... a shower sounds really good right now. doesn't Crowley want one too? yet the vampire seems completely fine; does he just not sweat like a human would?
not thoughts Aoba's going to spend forever on. he does just that, trudges into the bathroom despite the way his muscles complain and drags himself into a hot shower. lathering up thick with soap and scrubbing away the remnants of their night together feels good, even if he likes having Crowley's scent all over.
and he's not out soon enough to be waiting when the vampire returns—dang, he's not Crowley, he's Wile E. Crowlyote. but it's only a moment later that the sound of the knob's being turned and the sound of the shower goes out. Aoba's left his clothes across the bed, not having even thought about them when he dragged himself into the bathroom in the first place, so when he steps out it's with a towel knotted around his waist, smelling of clean skin and soap. )
Welcome back. ( well, he's not displeased to have Crowley back so soon. and of course he looks downward suspiciously, ready to recoil at even the shape of a milk carton. but it looks safe and he lets free a little sigh of relief. ) So what did you get?
( since they both knew he was looking for milk right then. is it donuts???// )