“as long as it’s not my precious jewels…” he taunts, watching her, trying to study her.
calloused digits reach for a strand stuck on her forehead, sliding it behind her ear.
“just your bath water and dangerous chemicals.”
taking a swig of her own and looking away. blowing bubbles away from her face. this isn’t her first drink today.
“jesus.” he sighs, placing the bottle on a shelf like she’s a toddler and cannot reach up there. “so..” he sits on the lid of the tub, taking a sip of his beer. “what are you robbing from me this time?”
she clicks her tongue and sinks under the now bubbly water, shrugging. “oh well…” she doesn’t recognise a lot of it anymore. 60 years in a labyrinth didn’t give her a lot of modern exposure.
she takes the the beer bottle from him with a sigh, eyes dragging along his tattoos.
Remont returns, his shirt got lost on his way back by the way; now he’s got tattoos all over. “here you— are you trying to kill yourself?!” he snatches the bottle she was about to bathe herself in. “that’s for the damn toilet, woman!”
she hears it. of course she hears it. she almost glares after him as he leaves. her attention turns back to the bath and she looks around his bathroom for anything to make it somewhat of a nicer experience. pouring bits of miscellaneous toiletries in by the time he gets back.
remont scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. this girl. “listen here..” he turns to face her. “i get the thrill, alright? excitement of the danger of the unknown and all that crap. don’t go lookin’ for it.”