{Vic makes a noise; somewhere between a thoughtful hum, and an exasperated sigh. He then submerges himself for a few seconds. When he surfaces again his skin is slightly less burned.} Not a thing’s wrong with staying fresh and clean.
{Victus smiles, then chuckles.} I know, I’m just teasing you. {He moves to sit on one of the in-bath ledges. Propping himself up by resting his chin on the palm of his hand, and his elbow on the ledge of the bath’s basin.} Say, what’s been keeping you occupied lately?
{He visibly relaxes, but the hesitation of the action is also visible.} Y’know… stuff. {His hands idly tap to some musical rhythm.} Went to the arena ‘couple times. Still outta practice, though…
{This gives Vic and idea. And he hums thoughtfully.} Well, since I can’t really go out when the sun’s up, what say you and I get drinks at the tavern later?
{Vic huffs.} Tell you what, I’ll head into town regardless. {He grabs a towel and begins drying off.} If you come, we drink together. If not, then that’s that.
23:49
{Tossing his towel off to the side, Vic makes his way out of the bathhouse.} See you later! Or not! {He waves as he leaves.}
{Marc watches closely as the Changeling leaves. He contemplates for a few minutes. Then he gets back into the bath. Where he tends to basic carnal urges. Thinking of the pale flesh of Victus. And eventually, after a few sessions, leaves the bathhouse.}
