[ He let Xie Lian keep up his rambling, flicking his eyes to Ruoye and marching right inside the bathroom. What he first says is directed at Murasame, an it's simply his name: ]
Murasame.
[ But the two of them have their own language and understandings, and the intent is communicated with just that call. Murasame hops into the air, and he dissolves into golden white light, feathers and form flying toward Shino and striking in a pattern against his right arm. As the light fades and dims, his tattoo is all that remains; and with his elbow, he taps the light panel in the bathroom, flooding that space with its own light, too. ]
I'm dirty, you're dirty, bathrooms are for fixing dirty~
[ He makes it sing-song, and he smiles, mischievous but pleased, partly visible in the mirror over the sink. ]
We're taking a bath, okay! I'm really good at those. I've bathed my brother more times than I can count! ... When he's been a dog. It's a long story.
[ It's more a complicated story than a long one, but he brushes by it like it's nothing, kicking the door closed with his heel. The bathroom's got a smaller sitting area with a showerhead and drain, the stool next to the lion-footed tub. Shino likes the tub, if nothing else. He appreciates the styled feet, so different from anything he personally knows or would choose, really.
He finally sets Xie Lian down, politely, on the bench. That he reaches into the tub to start it filling, or that he nabs a series of bottles and sets them down on the currently still dry tiles of the shower area is practiced and confident; it also might indicate the shampoos and body washes he uses are all animal safe. (Most are in Lunatia. Shino still picks his that way on purpose.) ]
Do you want to smell like spices or like fresh vegetables?
[ Shino asks, the two shampoo bottles labels in the ways he described, only with greater degree of misleading artistry. In the meantime, he pulls down two folded towels from above the toilet, and hangs them over the bay by the filling tub. Then he sets to stripping with exactly zero fanfare, allowing Ruoye to choose where it wants to be, figuring it'd know better than he would. ]
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Murasame.
[ But the two of them have their own language and understandings, and the intent is communicated with just that call. Murasame hops into the air, and he dissolves into golden white light, feathers and form flying toward Shino and striking in a pattern against his right arm. As the light fades and dims, his tattoo is all that remains; and with his elbow, he taps the light panel in the bathroom, flooding that space with its own light, too. ]
I'm dirty, you're dirty, bathrooms are for fixing dirty~
[ He makes it sing-song, and he smiles, mischievous but pleased, partly visible in the mirror over the sink. ]
We're taking a bath, okay! I'm really good at those. I've bathed my brother more times than I can count! ... When he's been a dog. It's a long story.
[ It's more a complicated story than a long one, but he brushes by it like it's nothing, kicking the door closed with his heel. The bathroom's got a smaller sitting area with a showerhead and drain, the stool next to the lion-footed tub. Shino likes the tub, if nothing else. He appreciates the styled feet, so different from anything he personally knows or would choose, really.
He finally sets Xie Lian down, politely, on the bench. That he reaches into the tub to start it filling, or that he nabs a series of bottles and sets them down on the currently still dry tiles of the shower area is practiced and confident; it also might indicate the shampoos and body washes he uses are all animal safe. (Most are in Lunatia. Shino still picks his that way on purpose.) ]
Do you want to smell like spices or like fresh vegetables?
[ Shino asks, the two shampoo bottles labels in the ways he described, only with greater degree of misleading artistry. In the meantime, he pulls down two folded towels from above the toilet, and hangs them over the bay by the filling tub. Then he sets to stripping with exactly zero fanfare, allowing Ruoye to choose where it wants to be, figuring it'd know better than he would. ]