[ jayce could only give him a telling look from behind viktor, creased, slanted brows and a prominent frown. excuse him? the thought of viktor bathing in cold water is fucking absurd, and it's more absurd to think that jayce would allow that! they had one bar of soap, one very large hand, a resourceful brain and a towel within reach.]
But you won't.
[ he mutters, reaching for compromise in the form of breaking the bar into two uneven pieces, or at least scrapinh some soap off with his nails. it was certainly soft enough to mold, with how much they've used it. that also means it's a bit slippery, too, but nothing that couldn't be salvaged. jayce fights with the damn thing for a bit, trying to get a good grip after a few failing, hilarious attempts all while he fixed a deathly frown on his face stupid fucking soap— caging it between his fingers finally happens. the death of their soap by crushing, too.
by the time he holds it back out to viktor, jayce has decimated the thing in his bare hand, molded to the perfect shape of the inside of his frustrated vice. that poor soap. but now he can relax. and does, with a sigh through the nose. ]
There's some in your hair already, [ he adds, before getting all the soap gore still between his fingers right onto his scalp, lowering his head, and lathering that dirty nest like no tomorrow. ]
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But you won't.
[ he mutters, reaching for compromise in the form of breaking the bar into two uneven pieces, or at least scrapinh some soap off with his nails. it was certainly soft enough to mold, with how much they've used it. that also means it's a bit slippery, too, but nothing that couldn't be salvaged. jayce fights with the damn thing for a bit, trying to get a good grip after a few failing, hilarious attempts all while he fixed a deathly frown on his face stupid fucking soap— caging it between his fingers finally happens. the death of their soap by crushing, too.
by the time he holds it back out to viktor, jayce has decimated the thing in his bare hand, molded to the perfect shape of the inside of his frustrated vice. that poor soap. but now he can relax. and does, with a sigh through the nose. ]
There's some in your hair already, [ he adds, before getting all the soap gore still between his fingers right onto his scalp, lowering his head, and lathering that dirty nest like no tomorrow. ]