It was a rainy day, not uncommon in Arstotzka.
The sky was gray, and the rain poured down.
Kveto was curled up on the couch, wedged into the corner, his head resting on the arm.
A cheap novel rested in his hands, more of a thick pamphlet than a book, and his eyes scanned the page slowly, focusing on each word and vividly painting the scene within his mind.
A middle aged woman stood in the middle of the ballroom, looking quite ravishing in her red gown, her black hair hung in a thick braid down her back. A silver necklace hung loosely around her neck. She had a broad smile as she began to address the crowd, thanking them for attending her banquet, but she was interrupted as two shots rang out, and with a shriek, she fell to the-
The sound of the window in the room being opened struck him, and the image quickly faded as his concentration was shattered.
With a sigh he sat the story on the coffee table and sat up, turning to face the direction of the sound.
“At least close the window.” He said with a groan before his eyes could focus on her.
She huffed and slammed the window shut, then turned to face Kveto, who was already walking towards her with a towel in his hands.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He said, draping the towel around her shoulders. “What the hell are you covered in?”
Oh my god. He could’ve sworn something just moved.
She wiped her neck off before moving to quickly scrub at her hair.
“What the fuck is this shit?” He asked again, motioning at her attire.
“Trash?” She responded, her voice high pitched, as she answered.
His face crinkled in disgust and as he realized just how much of it she was covered in.
“Just…go take a shower.” He sighed, sounding defeated.
“A what?” She asked, genuinely puzzled. “What do you want me to do?”
What? What was she-oh. OH.
“When was the last time you bathed?”
“I don’t know? When I was younger, maybe.” She shrugged before pulling her soaked sneakers off her feet.
“Bath time. NOW.”
“Wha-” she didn’t get the chance to finish, as he was already pulling her by the arm to the bathroom.
He shut the door behind them as he pulled Xena into the room.
“You’re taking a god damn bath today.”
Her eyebrows furrowed together.
He sighed. He should’ve known this wouldn’t be easy.
He bent down to run water into the tub, holding his hand under the stream to test the temperature.
“So what do I do?”
“Well…” he began. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. Holy fuck he was uncomfortable. “You’d uh. Look.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Have you ever washed your hair before?”
“No?”
He let out a sigh. Alright. That was a start. He’d get her started then leave and forget he was ever stuck in this situation. Just kidding. Kveto never forgets. He remembers. EVERYTHING.
“Alright.” How was she not even the slightest bit bothered by this situation? Right. She didn’t know any better. “You’d need to get undressed and sit in the tub facing the wall.” C'mon, Kveto, Man up! You can do this!
“Okay.” She trusted him enough not to question his instructions. Whatever was going on, he knew what he was doing.
She peeled off her soaked hoodie first, crinkling her nose as the wet fabric touched her face.
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