[ He thinks for a moment, then starts to head across the castle lawn towards the Quidditch pitch. Though there may have been practice here earlier, it's certain to be deserted this late in the evening.
He pauses, right where the corridor to the locker rooms is. ]
You can wash out your here if you want. Otherwise I am just going to sit up in the bleachers for awhile.
[ Curious to know what he has in mind, she follows behind with an inquisitive hum. Tilting her head at him when they arrive at the lockers, she breathes an exclamation of understanding, once he mentions the showers. ]
I suppose this will do! Did you not wish to wash up, as well?
Heading for her locker, she'll open it up-- she always keeps extra soaps on hand here, as Quidditch matches can get quite messy sometimes! For her, anyway. ]
[ His brow furrows and he's about to say no when he looks at his hands. There are tiny feather bits he didn't notice until now, most likely getting there from picking them out of Grell's hair. It makes him think of something else he may not have noticed, being around the owls so often. ]
[ Grell begins moving some of her layers to give a good shake, first! Draping them over the door of her locker, she at least makes an effort to grab for a towel before removing her slacks! ]
[ This would be a lot more awkward if their teams hadn't shared a locker room countless times before. Even so, he takes one of Grell's soap bottles and makes his way towards one of the shower stalls before removing his own clothes. ]
[ With a gentle tick of the tongue, she'll just have to follow after him. She might have used the shower at the opposite end to avoid temptation, but so much for that! Realistically, she would've ended up sneaking a peek, either way, but the thought counts. ]
[ William heaves a sigh and finally removes the remainder of his clothes, getting under one of the neighboring shower heads and wetting himself down. ]
[ Being much more picky about the temperature, especially with it being much more chilly during the evenings, Grell is waiting just a bit longer-- and, yep, that afford her a chance to peep. It may just be a view of William's flat butt, but even that little flaw of his is endearing somehow, making a smile pluck at her lips. ]
[ He's positive she's sneaking a peek, which is why he's keeping his back to her. But he'll squeeze some of the floral scented lotion into his hands and try it out. It's not a scent he would have picked for himself, but it's better than bird. ]
[ Even with William being stingy, she can still appreciate the muscle definition of his arms and back alone. His training has truly done him well.
Once the water is finally to her liking she loses the towel, placing it up on the provided hook. First, she let's it wash over her arms, before turning to carefully wet her hair while avoiding her makeup!!
William can't see very well at all without his glasses, so it isn't so though she has much to worry about, herself. ]
[ Also, William has some decency and doesn't go peeping! Instead he focuses on himself, scrubbing and rinsing until he feels fresh and clean. It's a quick shower, like most men tend to take, and he's shutting off the water before Grell's even managed to get her hair cleaned out. ]
[ Not sensing his eyes wandering once, she hums with some amusement! So he's a gentleman, after all! ]
Done already? Don't go leaving me alone in here, okay♥?
[ It's true, she's only just massaged the conditioner into her ends! Just to be on the safe side, she will hastily rinse it so she can wash down her body. ]
[ He doesn't reply, but when she's finally done, he'll be sitting in the dressing area, lacing up his shoes, his towel still draped over his damp hair. ]
[ Grell grins, seeing him-- but she won't say anything, either. She places her soap back into the locker and searches for her panties amidst her clothes. ]
You should try for that second position, you know.
[ Discarding her towel to the bench, she wiggles into them so that she may get dressed properly. ]
Winning's got nothing to do with it. Just would be a crime for you to leave this all behind, you know.
[ He ruffles his hair with the towel, making it even messier looking than usual. Then slips his glasses back on and folds up the towel. It's when he turns to return it to his locker that he inadvertently gets a look at Grell's choice of undergarments. He pauses for the briefest moment before refocusing on the task at hand. ]
[ Tragically, Grell will never know it. She's much too focused on dressing herself, hoping to look halfway presentable for Ann at supper. ]
You're also quite good at it.
[ Once she's at least tucked her shirt into her trousers, the redhead pushes back her locker door to look into the mirror she's stuck to it, leaning in close to make certain that her makeup stayed put. To her horror, it's her eyes that have reddened, though! She gasps! ]
[ Brushing the image out of his mind, he's thankful Grell didn't notice him look. He closes his own locker and attempts to flatten his hair as much as the short strands will allow. He really is considering growing it out a bit. ]
Are you allergic to birds?
[ He squints at her face, nodding that they do look quite red. ]
I don't know... Maybe it was just all the sweeping.
[ With a dramatic sigh, she digs into her locker! ]
Not that I'm allergic to chores, though I might as well be; it's the dust, I mean!!
[ Ah, she found it, her spare contacts kit! She sits down on the bench, intensely focused on opening the little case and filling it with solution. Sitting back, then, she sticks a finger into her eye to pop out a lens! ]
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[ Good job making a lady feel beautiful, William. ]
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Well, you think of something, then!!
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He pauses, right where the corridor to the locker rooms is. ]
You can wash out your here if you want. Otherwise I am just going to sit up in the bleachers for awhile.
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I suppose this will do! Did you not wish to wash up, as well?
Heading for her locker, she'll open it up-- she always keeps extra soaps on hand here, as Quidditch matches can get quite messy sometimes! For her, anyway. ]
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I don't smell, do I?
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Well, you do smell a bit like bird, if I'm to be honest.
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Fine. Lend me some of your soap. All I have is unscented.
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[ Grell begins moving some of her layers to give a good shake, first! Draping them over the door of her locker, she at least makes an effort to grab for a towel before removing her slacks! ]
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[ With a gentle tick of the tongue, she'll just have to follow after him. She might have used the shower at the opposite end to avoid temptation, but so much for that! Realistically, she would've ended up sneaking a peek, either way, but the thought counts. ]
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[ He pauses in undoing his pants when she's suddenly right next to him again. ]
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[ Pointedly, she sets the others mentioned beside the bottle he took. ]
Honestly, that hair and body soap boys use is barbaric.
[ She gets the water going on her spout. ]
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[ William heaves a sigh and finally removes the remainder of his clothes, getting under one of the neighboring shower heads and wetting himself down. ]
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[ Being much more picky about the temperature, especially with it being much more chilly during the evenings, Grell is waiting just a bit longer-- and, yep, that afford her a chance to peep. It may just be a view of William's flat butt, but even that little flaw of his is endearing somehow, making a smile pluck at her lips. ]
Try them. You'll see the difference, trust me.
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Once the water is finally to her liking she loses the towel, placing it up on the provided hook. First, she let's it wash over her arms, before turning to carefully wet her hair while avoiding her makeup!!
William can't see very well at all without his glasses, so it isn't so though she has much to worry about, herself. ]
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Done already? Don't go leaving me alone in here, okay♥?
[ It's true, she's only just massaged the conditioner into her ends! Just to be on the safe side, she will hastily rinse it so she can wash down her body. ]
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You should try for that second position, you know.
[ Discarding her towel to the bench, she wiggles into them so that she may get dressed properly. ]
Winning's got nothing to do with it. Just would be a crime for you to leave this all behind, you know.
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[ He ruffles his hair with the towel, making it even messier looking than usual. Then slips his glasses back on and folds up the towel. It's when he turns to return it to his locker that he inadvertently gets a look at Grell's choice of undergarments. He pauses for the briefest moment before refocusing on the task at hand. ]
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You're also quite good at it.
[ Once she's at least tucked her shirt into her trousers, the redhead pushes back her locker door to look into the mirror she's stuck to it, leaning in close to make certain that her makeup stayed put. To her horror, it's her eyes that have reddened, though! She gasps! ]
Oh no... I think allergies have gotten to me...
[ The ONE place red doesn't look cute on her. ]
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Are you allergic to birds?
[ He squints at her face, nodding that they do look quite red. ]
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[ With a dramatic sigh, she digs into her locker! ]
Not that I'm allergic to chores, though I might as well be; it's the dust, I mean!!
[ Ah, she found it, her spare contacts kit! She sits down on the bench, intensely focused on opening the little case and filling it with solution. Sitting back, then, she sticks a finger into her eye to pop out a lens! ]
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Honestly, I don't know how anyone can wear those.
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