Hey now, you're doing dishes without me? I said I'd help.
[After a series of events involving a desperate innkeeper and her "haunted" cottage inn, a research university for mages on a hill, the discovery of a slew of accidental magic poisonings, and a heroic childhood romance coming to fruition after far too long, Rhee and Garnet have temporarily become the sole guests of an inn that isn't haunted at all, while its proprietress and her beau take a well-deserved mini-honeymoon. It's a nice break for all of them, since they get to stay for free as long as they like, as a reward for clearing the innkeeper's name, and there's more than enough food in the pantry to tide them over until the owner's return. They just have to cook and clean after themselves.
It's been warm, so Rhee went upstairs to hang up his coat. The dark shirt he wears underneath hugs the slim contours of his body in a way his coat definitively does not as he comes to join Garnet at the sink. Though it's never really been in question, it's newly clear: Rhee is, unequivocally, a strapping young man, lanky but well-kept.
And they have the whole cottage to themselves. :)]
Not much of a reward for you if I leave you to do all the work. Oh, there--pardon me.
[Utterly unaware of the space he takes, he reaches up and around her, leaning close so he can grab a dish towel hanging by her head. He sets to drying the dishes she's washed. The fine, fair hair at the nape of Rhee's neck clings slightly to his skin as he bends to the task, and he shakes away the bangs that fall uselessly into his face.
The broad stretch of his shoulders moves beneath the back of his shirt as he wipes a plate dry.]
This is a booty call for Miss Bellerose
[After a series of events involving a desperate innkeeper and her "haunted" cottage inn, a research university for mages on a hill, the discovery of a slew of accidental magic poisonings, and a heroic childhood romance coming to fruition after far too long, Rhee and Garnet have temporarily become the sole guests of an inn that isn't haunted at all, while its proprietress and her beau take a well-deserved mini-honeymoon. It's a nice break for all of them, since they get to stay for free as long as they like, as a reward for clearing the innkeeper's name, and there's more than enough food in the pantry to tide them over until the owner's return. They just have to cook and clean after themselves.
It's been warm, so Rhee went upstairs to hang up his coat. The dark shirt he wears underneath hugs the slim contours of his body in a way his coat definitively does not as he comes to join Garnet at the sink. Though it's never really been in question, it's newly clear: Rhee is, unequivocally, a strapping young man, lanky but well-kept.
And they have the whole cottage to themselves. :)]
Not much of a reward for you if I leave you to do all the work. Oh, there--pardon me.
[Utterly unaware of the space he takes, he reaches up and around her, leaning close so he can grab a dish towel hanging by her head. He sets to drying the dishes she's washed. The fine, fair hair at the nape of Rhee's neck clings slightly to his skin as he bends to the task, and he shakes away the bangs that fall uselessly into his face.
The broad stretch of his shoulders moves beneath the back of his shirt as he wipes a plate dry.]