Hell if I know! [Dearka sounds both a touch embarrassed and low-key defensive.] They warned me that it might be kind of iffy for a while after it first got installed, but nothing ever really came of that...!
[He keeps staring at it, looking utterly vexed, then mutters.]
Did it fucking postpone it's temperamental stage somehow...? So I could focus on getting you back first?
[He knows that's not how technology works but like. ???? what the fuck!]
[ Pride is something Yzak understands all too well, so initially ... initially, he decides to let Dearka keep his without a word. His gaze does linger on him for a beat longer than it should, as though he considers saying something.
But then he grabs for the handle of his own showerhead, though he spares glances over to Dearka to make sure he's as 'awesome' here as he claims he is.
He's... Doing sort of okay, actually? It's just slow, because he can't direct the hose and scrub at the same time. So it's a lot of... Setting stuff down so he can pick a different thing up, and vice versa.
The biggest thing is that there are parts of his back he can't easily reach without use of that arm. That's definitely the thing he's having the MOST difficulty with.]
[ It doesn't take many swap offs between the hose and whatever else he needs to start feeling like a punch to the heart for Yzak. He gazes over at him, wet hair stuck to his cheek and tiny droplets clinging to his eyelashes, expression softening. ]
Do you want a hand with that?
[ It's sincere. It's spoken so straightforwardly kind.
And then comes the quick little drop of spaghetti. ]
[OK but. If he wasn't making a joke then why is Dearka laughing right now? God. His heart is melting, he can't even be mad about his hand acting up. He chuckles, motioning for his partner to simmer back down a little. Put that lid back on the spaghetti!]
You're fine Yzak. [He's smiling, eyes twinkling warmly.] Seriously, it's such a common phrase, it didn't even register.
[He also motions Yzak over, an implicit "yes" to that offer.]
[ Said maybe a little too cranky/pouty if only because he still feels silly. Silly when he thinks he sounded like an asshole, silly still because it was actually funny and NOT a big deal. Story of his life. ]
Turn around, then.
[ Said as he reaches for his little stool to drag over to his partner so he can help with his back.
It's hard to tell if it's because of the heat of the water that Yzaks's a bit red, or if ... he's suddenly feeling weirdly awkward about this. Has he seen Dearka naked a ton of times? Yes. In the shower though that was all military. When they're banging. But this is ... different in a way he never really thought about. So now that he is, of course he's overthinking. ]
[Dearka complies. It's weird though, because as much as he trusts Yzak and, in theory, has no problem letting him touch him, this does feel strangely different compared to the other circumstances in which they've seen each other naked.
He tries to crane his neck and look back over his shoulder at his partner, smirking awkwardly.]
[ Yzak's eyes snap up from being awkwardly downcast and trying not to focus on anything to meet Dearka's gaze. The question flusters him more, but at least it snaps him out of aforementioned overthinking. ]
Yes! Of course everything's fine! Why wouldn't it be!?
[ He quickly grabs for the shower nozzle, spraying Dearka ... not right in his stupid cute face, but it gets some of the brunt of it because he aims at his forehead and hair. ]
You missed a spot! Don't forget you put so much shit in your hair that it takes more than a rinse to get it all out!
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[ When they're NAKED and trying to get CLEAN? ]
That thing is brand new! How is it fucking up already!?
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[He keeps staring at it, looking utterly vexed, then mutters.]
Did it fucking postpone it's temperamental stage somehow...? So I could focus on getting you back first?
[He knows that's not how technology works but like. ???? what the fuck!]
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[ Said, also with the full knowledge that that's not how technology works. ]
The tech always does seem to glitch in and out when it's new, for some reason. So best case scenario, it'll fix itself shortly.
If not, I can take a better look at it.
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'Preciate that. But in the meantime I'm down a hand entirely... [Grumble grumble.] Good thing I'm awesome enough to make do with just one...
[Bathing is still probably gonna take him like, twice as long though.]
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But then he grabs for the handle of his own showerhead, though he spares glances over to Dearka to make sure he's as 'awesome' here as he claims he is.
(because, well, dearka?? awesome?? hm,) ]
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He's... Doing sort of okay, actually? It's just slow, because he can't direct the hose and scrub at the same time. So it's a lot of... Setting stuff down so he can pick a different thing up, and vice versa.
The biggest thing is that there are parts of his back he can't easily reach without use of that arm. That's definitely the thing he's having the MOST difficulty with.]
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Do you want a hand with that?
[ It's sincere. It's spoken so straightforwardly kind.
And then comes the quick little drop of spaghetti. ]
Wait, that wasn't- I wasnt making a joke-!
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You're fine Yzak. [He's smiling, eyes twinkling warmly.] Seriously, it's such a common phrase, it didn't even register.
[He also motions Yzak over, an implicit "yes" to that offer.]
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Yzak ]
Fine, fine...
[ Said maybe a little too cranky/pouty if only because he still feels silly. Silly when he thinks he sounded like an asshole, silly still because it was actually funny and NOT a big deal. Story of his life. ]
Turn around, then.
[ Said as he reaches for his little stool to drag over to his partner so he can help with his back.
It's hard to tell if it's because of the heat of the water that Yzaks's a bit red, or if ... he's suddenly feeling weirdly awkward about this. Has he seen Dearka naked a ton of times? Yes. In the shower though that was all military. When they're banging. But this is ... different in a way he never really thought about. So now that he is, of course he's overthinking. ]
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[Dearka complies. It's weird though, because as much as he trusts Yzak and, in theory, has no problem letting him touch him, this does feel strangely different compared to the other circumstances in which they've seen each other naked.
He tries to crane his neck and look back over his shoulder at his partner, smirking awkwardly.]
Uh... Everything okay back there?
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[ Yzak's eyes snap up from being awkwardly downcast and trying not to focus on anything to meet Dearka's gaze. The question flusters him more, but at least it snaps him out of aforementioned overthinking. ]
Yes! Of course everything's fine! Why wouldn't it be!?
[ He quickly grabs for the shower nozzle, spraying Dearka ... not right in his stupid cute face, but it gets some of the brunt of it because he aims at his forehead and hair. ]
You missed a spot! Don't forget you put so much shit in your hair that it takes more than a rinse to get it all out!