Of Bubbles & Bruises || Sebastian & Jim
Jim hasn't had a bath in years. It's one of those facts you don't quite remember about yourself until it's too late, and you've already offered, and you can't quite recall how much of the bubble soap to put in--but more is more, right?--and you end up staring blankly at the slowly rising mountain of suds with only a faint sense of, "Well, fuck." But the water's hot, and Sebastian's filthy, and there's plenty of soap, so he figures he's done alright, given the circumstances.
Thankfully, he's wearing some of his sniper's old jeans and a tee shirt, anyway, so he doesn't have to worry about getting anything wet. So, without further ado, he goes and grabs Sebastian by the shirt and marches him into the bathroom. "Strip."
