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A beautiful stone tub
Scott Tracy, a drabble:
Scott yawned and stretched, arching his back as it cracked from sitting at the desk for too long.
He smiled as he looked across the room. Virgil was laid out, boots kicked carelessly on the floor beside him, on one of the sofas. The snoring vibrated the floorboards.
Gordon was sleeping on the next sofa over, a vintage romance novel covering his eyes where it had fallen from his grasp.
Scott stood, and groaned. The previous rescue had meant moving tonnes of rubble. Sure the pods and Virgil’s exosuit had helped, but sometimes things had to be moved by hand or risk further injury to the rescuees.
He heard a foot tapping behind him, turning to see Grandma, arms crossed across her chest. “You need to take better care of yourself” she scolded.
“Yeah”, Scott sighed. “I will.”
Grandma shook her head but sighed fondly, giving him a warm hug. Scott gave her a kiss on her hair, before heading upstairs.
The massive spa bath filling was a welcome sight. He added some generous scoops of bath salts, and set the jets to maximum. Some soothing music over the speakers and lights dimmed, he slid into the warm soothing water.
He let the water take his weight as the jets worked on his sore muscles, letting out a contented sigh.
Regina and Vesta Waiting for Demeter at the spa