rub a dub dub
The sound of gentle drips of water was a soothing refrain–something the King of Knights rightfully longed for through bodily cleansing from the soot and grime of battle. It was not a thought she’d kept in mind often, but if the possibility presented herself, she would not mind taking it if she was not preoccupied with other instances that beckoned her needs in the battlefield. Upon reaching the threshold that was of the washroom, she was greeted by none other than Rin, the sole holder of this one particular edifice (which seemed to lack in several aspects… but she had not minded).
“I would not say I am ‘done’ with Shirou… for he has never come,” she imbued the information to the youth. “He said he had errands to run, I offered to join him but he rightfully refused… he said he would shower later and allow us the use of the shower room, first.“ Quite remarkably, she remembered the boy had uttered his final declaration with an incredibly red face– this happened once before when he encountered her in the bath just not too long ago. Was he still embarrassed?
Moving from one estate to the other, Saber had very few qualms with the change of scenery. An Eirei by no means had to enjoy the environment in which he or she was housed– after all, as tools of war they were well only required a steady supply of prana from their contractors alone, but alas… as a servant whose summonings had been quite incomplete, Saber required a few facets of daily dribble that most living individuals of any era required– sustenance, rest (to make up for the lack of provided energy), and keeping of hygiene (for surely… her shell was not so much a spirit as it was currently flesh).
She’d dutifully removed most articles (the simple dress shirt, skirt, and stockings) of clothing aside from her undergarments (with thanks to the Tohsaka heiress before her). Had she not been embarrassed to show her bare body to another–? Certainly not, for she was a warrior before she was a woman; allowing others to see her flesh was only but a triviality that did not require a second’s thought. No chagrin swathed her alabaster features, for her visage remained austere as it always was– stoic, a lack of emotion. Surely as a woman herself, Rin would not mind seeing her bare.
“I do hope this washroom is capable of holding two… I would not mind not taking a shower for I do not absolutely require it."
She’d very much hate to burden Rin.
It was rude to stare. She kept repeating that rule of manners over and over in her mind. That is, as her eyes did just that. They were on a mission to commit everything placed before her to memory. So strong of one it would be that even when eyelids closed the image would be burned within them. It wasn’t every day that you were faced with King Arthur... in the nude. She may never have another chance such as thi-- wait no it wasn’t supposed to be like that at all!
The movement of her mouth made it all too evident that she was being spoken to, that she had been spoken to. Her dazed expression and rapid blinking made it all too clear that the Tohsaka hadn’t been paying attention in turn. “A-Ah. Is that so?” A delay tactic was played as azure quickly snapped up to battle emerald. No longer could she trace the curves before her, be jealous of the skin, actually she wondered how smooth it would all feel to the touch. Shit she was loosing her train of thought again.
“That’s... very unlike him.” This time her voice rose with more interest in something besides Saber. When you put two and two together Shirou’s behavior was downright suspicious. Last she checked he’d rather die than pass up a moment alone with his servant, especially if that meant more training in swordplay. She’d have to look into what exactly he was hiding away from her later on.
—— ‘Best to tackle one beast at a time, right Rin?’
While her companion was already dressed appropriatly in her birthday suit, she on the other hand was still lingering in other articles of clothing. “If you want you can go in first Saber,” Please, provide the heiress a moment to collect herself yet again. “From there I’ll let your own eyes judge if my bathroom is accommodating enough for your Kingly status ~” And with that she was able to gain more ground. A tease slipping in with a turn of her body to present backside to the knight. How the blonde could remain calm through this all was a mystery and boy was she jealous of it.
“I just need to finish getting... u-undressed and then I’ll be right behind you!” With a towel, or maybe just a swimsuit. Certainly not walking around proudly in the nude like someone.
