#a_room_at_firnost

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The room is a bit steamy, but not bad - it's welcome in the dry winter air. Py sits on the floor outside the bathroom, wearing her jeans and a wife-beater, leaning over to pull on one of her socks. Her short hair is plastered damp around her ears, which prick up as she turns to face the door.

(It opens, and he pauses halfway in, a moment of realization. Then he backs up, a shuffle, and shuts it)

(A tapping)

A snort, and she shakes her head. "I'm decent. C'mon in, Starflower."

(He opens the door, and re-enters, shutting it. And he moves for the bed, to ease to seated. He seems to be considering the bathroom, the steam)

"Don't worry, that's just all the stank escaping. Guess I was a bit ripe. Cleared my sinuses, and whew." A wave, as if wafting something unpleasant away. "Had enough sociality?"

"Aye, Lady. More than. Methought mayhaps I should shower, as well." (He seems disinclined to get up again, however, leaning forward gingerly to rest elbows on his knees)

"Ware the sewers. There are things, I need not....have to tell thee, of."

An amused look. "I've been crawling down there since I was yea high." Holding a hand up just above her head. "There ain't much left to surprise me down there, except there's always some new and interesting stench." A pause, and a wry grin. "I thought you'd enjoy me bringing it back to share."

She reaches for her hooded sweater, tossed aside on the floor, and gives it a quick sniff check before pulling it on over her head, hiding her scrawny torso and scarred arms. "Have you picked an intake date yet, eh?"

"I oncely traverse'd there, quite a bit. It does not trouble me." (He opens his hands, 'gazing' down at the palms) "Nay. Yet hoping....to avoid it."

"You don't need to go in the sewers. You're able to squish through the vent access." She remarks, helpfully.

"Not to travel the city, unseen," (Mildly)

A hand reaches to scratch at her ears. "Do you believe that they can fix it? Feet, too?"

"Mr. Brolin....could tell thee more." (A sigh, closing hands) "He understands the doctors, better than I, sooth." (A pause)

Her ears flick back a touch. "Didn't ask what he thought. What do you think?"

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((Because of Thirteen's prepwork, the doctors would think it was very possible Jeremy would regain feeling, yes.))

(He is silent a moment, then) "He believes it would work. Thus....I trust his judgement."

"It does not mean, Lady.....that I am in any hurry, to go."

A sigh, and she nods. "I guess I can understand that. But sooner you fix your grabbers, sooner you can get back up in pissin' view of the room, huh?"

"Aye." (He does not sound enthused) "Mayhaps, Lady, I am but....in a mood, to-night. Forgive me."

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"Pfft. You never see me getting all moody like." A flick of her ears. "I'll let it go this once." Sigh. "You do need a haircut, though. Unless you like being called River-blossom."

(He shakes his head, letting the hair spill forward. It -- looks like Thirteen's, or nearly so. If Thirteen had broad shoulders and corded forearms, it could be her head. Then he shakes it back. murmuring) "I use'd to cut it, mine own self. Cannot grip the knife so well, it matters not."

"Could let kitty soft-paws do it, unless you wanted me to take a stab. I could rent a weed-whacker."

(A soft cough of a laugh) "Is it so bad?" (He stretches back, onto the bed. Easing over carefully, to make room if she wants on)