[he doesn't explain it, the way it just sounds annoying to deal with when he can tell as he shifts and speaks that his jaw is still somewhat sore from a blow or two, a tenderness he'd rather avoid]
[feet drag as he crosses the room slow, drawn by the humidity and warmth — and cleanliness, probably. there's blood dried and crusted on top of wounds that were forced to close and it's making him itch]
Pudding, maybe? Miso...
[the sound he lets out when he pads into the bathroom and sinks down is soft but blissful, a sigh dragged out of the very marrow in his bones]
apparently the most creative i got with max horny was baths.... i'm a failure
[he doesn't explain it, the way it just sounds annoying to deal with when he can tell as he shifts and speaks that his jaw is still somewhat sore from a blow or two, a tenderness he'd rather avoid]
[feet drag as he crosses the room slow, drawn by the humidity and warmth — and cleanliness, probably. there's blood dried and crusted on top of wounds that were forced to close and it's making him itch]
Pudding, maybe? Miso...
[the sound he lets out when he pads into the bathroom and sinks down is soft but blissful, a sigh dragged out of the very marrow in his bones]
[a beat, and he calls out — ]
Okayu!