scige:
“oh my god!” is all she replies with, in a tone that suggests she agrees - hands clapping together in the sort of enthusiasm only fit for a girl drunk in a bathroom. her phone’s somewhere in there - but she’s lost it, in the small space - though the room isn’t really terribly too small, no mansion bathrooms were - she had direct experience with expensive restrooms. “is that, like, a reference?” saige cocks her head to the side, fingers twirling a strand of her hair as she squints at him - trying to figure it out - before forgetting it all together within the next few moments - instead trotting over to the bathroom door and pounding back. “we! are! peeing!” she announces - hopefully loud enough, an added kick to the door. “oh my god, people like - have no appreciation for art - right?”
the enthusiasm she offers encourages him to click another picture --- this time capturing the door handle that’s covered in greasy-looking fingerprints. “yuck,” he mutters, considering all of the reasons that someone’s fingers would be greasy. “hmm? maybe, what did i say?” and when she kicks the door, he captures a quick video of the impact and pipes in, “find a different bathroom!” he groans, leaning against the edge of the tub, suddenly nauseous. the action causes saige’s phone to go skidding into the tub. “your phone wants a bath. and yeah, people are just so unappreciative of us.”














