[ ♑ ] This is not a bath house

[grandhighblood]

who: grand highblood + you

when: afternoon almost evening

where: the lake inside the forest [south-east quadrant]

style: any is fine

status: open

The highblood had spent a good chunk of his time after various events such as Summoner's death, Summoner's return, that scuffle with Darkleer, his own death by Darkleer's hands, just wandering off on his own. He didn't let anyone see him come or leave, and if they did, they obviously didn't bother him enough for him to care. As neglectful as he is of himself on a regular basis, he became even more so during this time and it led up to a point that even the highblood himself couldn't keep letting it go on as such.

It's one thing to look intimidatingly furious and unkept, but it's a whole 'nother thing looking like some kind of homeless feral creature. So to remedy this problem, he saunters on over to the nearest body of water and just slowly submerges himself underwater wearing only the minimal amount of clothing (meaning just his underwear -- yes, the one with his symbol on it). Not that he ever really wore that much to begin with these days, usually forgoing shirts regardless of the time and place. He remains under for a couple of minutes before the large spiraling dark red-to-orange-and-yellow horns slowly rise up through the clear surface, his massive amount of hair floating around him like kelp as it stuck to his hulking body while more of it emerges. It's quite a sight, really.

Talk to him? Try and wash his hair properly instead of how he's just making it worse by not properly shampooing and conditioning? Join him? >;o)

> What will you do?

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[grandhighblood]

While hilarious, the fact that she refuses makes his lips lift up a little in a sneer. Her bashfulness would be cute if he had an eye for that sort of thing, but currently, he just wants her to come on closer.

"Hey, hey, motherfucker just calm the motherfuck down," he says, just letting her ramble on for the time being. "Take a deep motherfucking breath. Then get the fuck over here since that noise was hardly even a motherfucking suggestion."

[zelda_hylia]

Hardly a suggestion? Hearing him put it that way rankles her enough that she looks at him again, finally spotting the underwear with the bright purple symbol emblazoned on the front. Seeing that much, she feels a little better about approaching.

"Taking a swim?" He couldn't be taking a bath. Could he? Duke had bathed in the lake before he found the hot springs, so maybe the Highblood was doing the same. He certainly needs it - enough so that she might just suggest those springs to him.

[grandhighblood]

"Nah, ain't no motherfucking swim," he says, feeling calmer now that she finally decided to approach. "Trying to clean off some of the layers of motherfucking grim that all up and builds up over the months, you know? Shit just ain't worth bothering over most of the time, but there's always a motherfucking limit!"

He snickers, then pulls up his hand to rub the back of his neck. It's just going to be a rinse, really. Just getting the stains off is good enough for him right now. He's been covered in worse before... well, before someone else took it upon themselves to help him out which he had begrudgingly accepted.

But that was long ago.

[zelda_hylia]

She looks up at him briefly, considering. With his hair as wild as it is, he resembles the lion that he became during that curse. It's easy to remember him just lounging around up on the island while she played the harp. Zelda doesn't think for a moment that he's not dangerous, but... he does still sleep in the house right next door to her, and she can't say she hasn't noticed that he is apparently too big for his bathtub. Besides that, he probably has dead creatures hiding in that massive mane of his. He'll never get them out alone. After some consideration, she decides to go ahead and offer her help.

"I see. There are hot springs not far from here. Hot water tends to do a better job at cleaning things up. I wouldn't mind helping with your hair if you like, I'm sure it's difficult to handle alone."

[grandhighblood]

The highblood pauses for a moment, tilting his head slightly at her offer. A low chuckle is his answer as he contemplates this. Well, so far, he doesn't hate her guts and she's offering, even if he isn't too keen on being cleaned. But hey, it's not like he's putting in the effort to do all of it himself, so why the hell not? He can just ignore her presence for the most part, at least.

"Yeah, you know what? I'll take your motherfucking offer all up on that noise."

What? He takes a liking to shiny things. Zelda is very shiny.

[zelda_hylia]

Shiny is certainly one way to describe her. Oh, but she's wanted to do this ever since speaking to him on his porch! Zelda can't help but compare herself to a symbiote mentally, grooming a much larger and extremely ferocious creature who puts up with it simply because it's too much of a hassle to take care of things himself. Her silk gloves come off for the job since she's quite certain she'd never get the oil stains out. They're left at the bank with her heels. Thankfully she hadn't worn a full length dress today, it hits just a couple inches below her knees instead of dragging the floor like usual.

"Hold still, then."

With that, she begins the daunting task of untangling his hair from the bottom up. She's extremely gentle, not wanting to tug and rile him up accidentally.

[grandhighblood]

The highblood's orange gaze remains fixed on her the entire time, just watching her every move. It's not that he has much to be worried about or anything, but it's also partially due to how the light catches on her hair and jewelry. Damn it. OK. So, before he realizes it, the little woman is by his side and untangling his hair...which doesn't feel half bad.

"Heh, don't be AFRAID to get a little motherfucking rough with a brother's hair if it's all up and something that seems motherfucking necessary!"

[zelda_hylia]

"If you're quite certain..."

Though really, anything Zelda can put out on a physical level is unlikely to be considered painful by the highblood. She can make faster work of it at least, though the way the oil makes it stick together makes her wish for some soap. Perhaps she should summon some once she gets the worst of the tangling out.

[grandhighblood]

He's silent for a moment, which is almost a miracle in itself, but it's kind of nice having someone tend to him again. Although she is not even close to being any of his slaves or servants, he feels almost a sense of normalcy in this moment.

"Now what's this motherfucking noise about a hot spring?"

[zelda_hylia]

No, she's certainly not a slave. This is an act of her own free will, and as far as she's concerned, a favor to the entire neighborhood. There's still a of work to be done untangling his hair, but it might as well be accomplished in warm water. Maybe it will even relax him a bit.

"There are hot springs further in the forest. They're at a good temperature for bathing, or so I am told. I haven't used them myself, but I know others who have. Would you like to go there?"

Zelda can't really bring herself to do the whole outdoor bathing thing. She feels exposed in clothes most people consider modest, taking everything off outside would be far too uncomfortable.