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~~~ Dormitory | Jakob
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“I’ll have you know Loulou de la Falaise thinks purple and orange go very well together!” César pestered, immediately drawing to his feet as Jakob limped out of the room.
It was no use: the other student was already gone. César remained unmoving for a moment, glaring daggers at the purple muffler instead. It hung lowly on the washing machine, half-dipping into the small puddle of water that had formed on the tiles when he had yanked the monstrosity open. With a contemptuous little puff, César took the woollen hem between his fingers, letting it flop back onto the now-pink uniform. Anyone else’s first thoughts would have gone to Marc -to what exactly to say to him; to César, either never returning it or throwing it in his brother’s face without any sort of explanation was more than enough.
‘Wear it, you’re cold.’
‘I’m standing at your side, Césarpus.’
Or perhaps with a small explanation. Yes, that thought sufficed to soothe the slight pinch in César’s heart. Noticing that the tub was almost full, he walked over to the tap and turned it off -although not before giving a content little smile at the worryingly abundant steam that hovered over the water’s surface. Some people warm up in baths, others slow-cook in them. César was part of the latter. Discarding his clothes and placing them over the counter, he stepped into the tub, relishing in the stinging heat as he thought about the fact that really, had Jakob actually asked him to apply the ointment again, he wouldn’t have refused.
@ethereal | I vindicate hot baths.
@unsungcheerio | Téo is kind of sort of alluded to ~
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