PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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Week 3, Thursday Morning

[maskarang]

[ after going through his morning ritual he finds the new "gifts" for the week. these baffle him much more than last week. he squints long and hard at the fortune cookie in his hands before cracking it open and reading the message. ]

... A lesson I don't need to learn. [ frowning deeply at it before crumpling in his hands. fully intending to throw it away, he takes a single step forward and then—THUD. ]

[swordhandled]

[ wearily pokes his head up, and looks at Gerome on the floor ]

Did... you trip?

[maskarang]

Of course not. I... [ he???

??? staring at the ground which is undeniably under his face. why is the ground under his face. ] ... I.

[ still nothing. flustered, he starts getting up!! ]

[swordhandled]

[ yawns and pulls himself up and out, being careful to not disturb minerva. he makes his way to gerome and offers him a hand up ]

We all trip, you know.

[maskarang]

I've never tripped! Not once in my life! [ slapping his hand away!! he can get up himself, thanks!! and he does manage to get to his feet without problems. ]

[swordhandled]

There's a first time for everything. [ taking his hand back and taking a step back, to give gerome his space ]

[maskarang]

No. [ a beat. ] ... And you. Forget what you saw.

[ clearing his throat and turning on his heel to storm off into the bathroom. ]

[swordhandled]

[ cheekily calls after him ]

I don't forget anything about you!

[ and starts his morning workouts because he obviously has some ]

[maskarang]

Learn t— [ crash ]

[swordhandled]

Gerome!

[ rushing into the bathroom ]

[maskarang]

Don't co— [ too late. gerome is here and fine—mostly. he's kind of just. completely in the tub??? it's like he took a step back and fell right in.

frowning up at owain. ]

[swordhandled]

--Do you plan to take a bath?

[ not asking what he wanted to ask ]

[maskarang]

[ he can't bring himself to say anything to that. he refuses to keep squirming while owain is watching him too. ]

[swordhandled]

[ owain wants to help him, but he also knows that gerome wants to preserve his dignity. ]

I'll... be back in our room. Call me if you need anything.

[maskarang]

[ slowly, he deflates. right, embarrassing as this is, it isn't like owain is laughing at him. creeping a hand out of the tub to reach for owain's pants sleeve. ]

... I need you. [ quietly. after, he raises his other hand up. ]

[swordhandled]

[ softly smiling at him ]

I'm here, Gerome. [ reaching downward to help him up ]

[maskarang]

[ taking his hand and begins pulling himself up. it starts out okay, but then devolves pretty quick when his foot slips and he starts desperately clutching whatever's closest to try and regain his balance. ]

[swordhandled]

[ he's trying to help, but gerome suddenly losing his balance causes him to trip up, losing his own and he falls, the only thing keeping him from falling onto gerome is him catching himself on the edge of the tub ]

[maskarang]

[ now that's just unfair. not that he wanted owain to fall in, but he does glare at the tub when owain catches himself. ]

... It's more slippery than I remember. [ from his many uses of tubs in the past, including this morning. ]

[swordhandled]

Maybe... parts of it were still wet? [ he's trying to not say anything about how uncharacteristically clumsy gerome is being ]

[maskarang]

I would have noticed. [ so he says but suddenly he isn't so sure. he... guesses it isn't a big deal? but it also is.

extremely determined to get out of this stupid tub now to make sure his entire back isn't wet. nudging owain up as he gives up on his dignity to wiggle his way to freedom. ]

[swordhandled]

[ slides up but still staying close in case he needs up.

again ]

[maskarang]

[ he's on a MISSION now!! thanks to his lack of grace he makes it out by basically just crawling over the side of the tub and depositing himself on the ground. from there, it isn't too hard to get up.

when he checks, yes, his back is damp. ] ... Seems I wouldn't have.

[swordhandled]

--Well, at least you were already planning on bathing.

[ he can't help the small huff of laughter at the sight of his damp shirt, but owain is keeping it contained. he knows gerome's pride suffered a blow from this. he does audibly swallow when he sees the damp shirt cling to his back, but shakes his head to clear his mind. nnnnot the time for that

he reaches out and tug at the hem of the shirt ] You should go ahead and take this off.

[maskarang]

[ his plan was to sulkily storm out of the bathroom to change but, honestly? owain's tug distracts him enough to forget his frustration. ahem. ]

It is quite cold. [ so, yes. he should. resting his fingers over owain's for a second before lightly tugging the shirt up. unless owain decides to help, he continues at that slow pace until stopping when the shirt is covering his head. ]