[ They really need a bigger shower. By the end of it Felix feels like he took a spin through the archaic washing machine that lives in the little laundry room. But he's clean and no one fell out of the tub, so he's chalking it up as a win. Even when he steps out onto a soggy bath mat. His nose wrinkles at the cold, squishy sensation, but he doesn't complain. Just hops off of it in a hurry, slips on the tile, and staggers his way over to his towel. He dries off, wraps it around his waist, and runs a comb through his hair quickly.
About to set it down and leave the bathroom, he pauses, considers it for a moment, glances between it and the door, and then heads out still holding it. He's surprised to see Locus sitting there, but the offer stops him halfway toward retrieving his own pajamas. ]
Yeah? Okay. That's—Sure.
[ Like Locus might change his mind, Felix yanks on a pair of pants, flings the towel into the bathroom, and approaches the bed. The comb's in one hand and the other's raised in a placating gesture. ]
Hear me out before you say no. [ He waves the comb for emphasis. ] Let me comb out your hair. It feels better when someone else does it. [ He gives a nonchalant shrug. ] And then it won't get all tangled while we're watching the movie.
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About to set it down and leave the bathroom, he pauses, considers it for a moment, glances between it and the door, and then heads out still holding it. He's surprised to see Locus sitting there, but the offer stops him halfway toward retrieving his own pajamas. ]
Yeah? Okay. That's—Sure.
[ Like Locus might change his mind, Felix yanks on a pair of pants, flings the towel into the bathroom, and approaches the bed. The comb's in one hand and the other's raised in a placating gesture. ]
Hear me out before you say no. [ He waves the comb for emphasis. ] Let me comb out your hair. It feels better when someone else does it. [ He gives a nonchalant shrug. ] And then it won't get all tangled while we're watching the movie.