[ Meanwhile before the students all up and leave, Emil runs over to go find some more stuff to just jam in the opening so they can pass through more easily without needing multiple people every single time.
Thankfully, they don't seem to mind stepping over rocks and trash, and finally he makes his way inside to relieve Tuuri of her duties. ]
I know! I can't believe they just left like that.
[ He offers her a hand to help her get up in case she's as exhausted as he is from all the pulling. ]
I can't believe they're acting like any of this is normal! [thanks for the hand, bud, she definitely needs it.] I know we were just talking about this, but it doesn't strike them as odd at all that we needed 5 people to open the door?
Honestly, I think I might just stay on campus for a few days. It'll be easier than going back and forth...
Probably, but... what are you going to do about food?
Or sleeping with the lights on?
Or... showering...
[ Oh my god, how is she going to shower?? Like the shower curtains at the gym don't even reach down to the ground all the way... And what's she going to do about clothes... and... What a nightmare! ]
Well, there's a vending machine in the student lounge... hey, I probably don't even have to put the money in. I bet we could climb right up into the machine!
[or, like, get stuck there.]
Or order takeaway or something like that. And I could find a little space to curl up in so I can't see the light!
I'm not sure about showering, though. Maybe I could take a bath in the sink...?
[ He offers, trying to get into the bathroom to dry off. He'll pick one of those unisex ones so they can go in together and don't have to worry about having to help each other climb up. ]
I'll drop by after work. Just text me what you need.
Wait, really? [THAT IS SO... SWEET... she's so overcome by how nice this is that she doesn't even lift a finger to help get into the bathroom.] That would be a huge help! You really don't mind?
[You know what else would be a huge help right now? Tuuri, helping them into the bathroom.
--Oh, right, sorry! [She moves to pull her own weight, only a little embarrassed.] I really appreciate it. I wouldn't even mind being this tiny if I didn't have to worry about finals... but then again, my boss is aware of how strange this is, so that makes work a little easier to handle.
[Anyway, together they manage to get the door open-- this one is easier, since it just swings without latching or having to turn a knob-- and get into the bathroom, which is in fairly good condition considering it's finals season.]
Ooh, look, someone left a footstool in here! That was nice.
[Tuuri appreciates this hand a lot, because she's not exactly the most athletic person in Recolle... she's going to get a lot better after all of this climbing around.]
I'm not sure, I'm really nervous about some of them. I don't know how I'm supposed to study for them when I'm this tiny... or even hold a pencil to take them!
[She is completely oblivious to Emil's feelings, which is particularly obvious when she says]
[ He looks hurt for a moment, but then brushes it off. ]
Haha, yeah, no finals for me. No pencils...
Can't you type it?
I think it'd be easier to just dance around a keyboard.
[ And her handwriting will be chickenscratch...
Anyway I'm going to assume the stool is to get to the sink, which they can then use to get to the dryer. But Emil's going to rinse off first-- he's already soaked through, so adding water isn't going to do much of anything. ]
[She misses the moment, climbing up this stool as she is.]
I can use a computer for my final papers, but some of my classes have a test at the end. They don't want you to be able to look up the answers, I guess... well, I'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
[She's happy to stop and rinse off herself-- that puddle water was really gross, after all. Luckily for them, the sink isn't automatic, or else they'd have a harder time turning it on. Tuuri pushes on the handles, but can't quite reach the water from where she stands.] Can you feel how that is? Let me know if you want it a little hotter.
[ He stands under and then-- oh my gosh who designed this ]
Too hot, too hot!
[ He tries to escape the puddle near the bottom, but the sink really isn't meant for anyone's traction like a tub is, so he slips and bangs his knee. OUCHIES. ]
I-I'm sorry! [She turns the handle for the cold water quickly, then winces in sympathy as Emil slips.] Sorry! Sorry, are you really okay? Hold on one second!
[She hurries over to the paper towel dispenser, pulls a few out and runs back to the sink, getting dangerously close to slipping herself.] W-woah... I have some paper towels here if you want, to help climb up! [Since hopefully even wet, the towels have more texture than the sink.]
[ He stays seated, flashing her a bit of an exasperated thumbs up ]
It's fine, really. Come down while the temperature is good!
[ Meanwhile Emil is squeezing parts of his clothes to find that they're running gross oily gray. AUGHHHHHH THE WORST
THE ABSOLUTE WORST.
He wishes he had something to change into. He can't leave like this. He's disgusting! They'll laugh him out of the building! They'll say he smells just like city trash! ]
Okay, here I come... [She's a little unsure about climbing down the sink, given how easily Emil slipped, but she carefully sits on the edge of the bowl and slides down to wash the city gunk out.
There's a lot of it. Street water is gross.]
Hmm? [She'd ducked her head under the stream of water to try to wash out her hair; she shakes it slightly to get the water out.] Oh, I think so! I don't know how much they'd have that would fit us, though? Unless you want to just use scraps of fabric.
If they had anything that fit us, I think the stitches would be too big.
[ Like, that's a lot of potential sideboob or butt action, and Emil's not about that life. But maybe they could... put something together from the scraps? He's already late for work anyway, and he can't show up like this.
They might ask if he was bathing in mud at some other spa!! ]
[She finishes scrubbing out her hair, then slowly half-walks, half-crawls up the paper towel trail that she left earlier. Still super slippery, and she almost falls over a few times, but eventually she makes it to the top.]
Yikes. I'll get you more paper towels when you're ready to get up. Do you want more soap while I'm up here?
[She pulls out a paper towel and starts drying her hair-- thankfully it's short enough to be effectively dried by a paper towel, but she's going to go stand under the hand dryer for a little bit afterwards...]
Tuuri spends the time figuring out where to wave her hand to get the hand dryer to turn on-- which is harder than it sounds, given how tiny they are and how the dryer seems to assume that a normal-sized person would be trying to activate it instead, weird. She eventually gets it working by waving her hands in a big circle, then running underneath it to dry off for 15 seconds before having to do it all over again. She manages to get dry given all the time she has to do it, though her hair is sticking up in a particularly ridiculous way thanks to the direction the dryer was blowing.
When Emil finally emerges from the sink, she hands him a paper towel as a cover, her bangs blown sticking up in all directions.] Here you go! You have to jump a little to get the dryer to notice you, but it's not so bad.
[ He wraps himself in paper towel and fishes out his clothes, which is difficult to do because paper towel is not nearly as fluffy or soft or pliable as regular cloth towels.
What a bother.
He gets everything together and then--
--FINALLY NOTICES TUURI'S HAIR, and he feels so bad about this. ]
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Thankfully, they don't seem to mind stepping over rocks and trash, and finally he makes his way inside to relieve Tuuri of her duties. ]
I know! I can't believe they just left like that.
[ He offers her a hand to help her get up in case she's as exhausted as he is from all the pulling. ]
Are you going to be here all day?
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Honestly, I think I might just stay on campus for a few days. It'll be easier than going back and forth...
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Or sleeping with the lights on?
Or... showering...
[ Oh my god, how is she going to shower?? Like the shower curtains at the gym don't even reach down to the ground all the way... And what's she going to do about clothes... and... What a nightmare! ]
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[or, like, get stuck there.]
Or order takeaway or something like that. And I could find a little space to curl up in so I can't see the light!
I'm not sure about showering, though. Maybe I could take a bath in the sink...?
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[ Tuuri, he's not sure this is going to be alright. Like, it's a nice idea. But.
Who knows how long this will last? Does she really want to turn into Bobst boy? ]
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Shoot, I didn't think about that. [She spends about a second on it right now, but all she can come up with is a weak] ...find a travel pack?
[Sigh.]
Or maybe I'll go home one more time, and pack up a bag with everything I need. At least until finals are done.
[They're slowly making their way to said bathroom now, to finally dry off...!]
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[ He offers, trying to get into the bathroom to dry off. He'll pick one of those unisex ones so they can go in together and don't have to worry about having to help each other climb up. ]
I'll drop by after work. Just text me what you need.
You can pay me back when we're big.
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[You know what else would be a huge help right now? Tuuri, helping them into the bathroom.
Anyway, she switches to Swedish juuust to say]
Thank you! Thank you so much!
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[ His smile is sheepish as he gestures towards the door. ]
But anyway, it's no problem, it's only a little out of my way and I pass by the store to work from here...
[ So, as long as he shows up to work dry, he won't have to hurry home and wrap himself in a blanket chugging that anti-cold onset med. ]
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[Anyway, together they manage to get the door open-- this one is easier, since it just swings without latching or having to turn a knob-- and get into the bathroom, which is in fairly good condition considering it's finals season.]
Ooh, look, someone left a footstool in here! That was nice.
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[ Emil will just go over and climb up first, offering Tuuri a hand at certain landings; thankfully the bracers on the stool are flat and not round. ]
How are your finals going?
[ He gets a little pang of jealousy, but it doesn't last longer than that. He'll make it someday!! ]
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I'm not sure, I'm really nervous about some of them. I don't know how I'm supposed to study for them when I'm this tiny... or even hold a pencil to take them!
[She is completely oblivious to Emil's feelings, which is particularly obvious when she says]
You're lucky you just have to worry about work.
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Haha, yeah, no finals for me. No pencils...
Can't you type it?
I think it'd be easier to just dance around a keyboard.
[ And her handwriting will be chickenscratch...
Anyway I'm going to assume the stool is to get to the sink, which they can then use to get to the dryer. But Emil's going to rinse off first-- he's already soaked through,
so adding water isn't going to do much of anything. ]
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I can use a computer for my final papers, but some of my classes have a test at the end. They don't want you to be able to look up the answers, I guess... well, I'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
[She's happy to stop and rinse off herself-- that puddle water was really gross, after all. Luckily for them, the sink isn't automatic, or else they'd have a harder time turning it on. Tuuri pushes on the handles, but can't quite reach the water from where she stands.] Can you feel how that is? Let me know if you want it a little hotter.
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[ He stands under and then-- oh my gosh who designed this ]
Too hot, too hot!
[ He tries to escape the puddle near the bottom, but the sink really isn't meant for anyone's traction like a tub is, so he slips and bangs his knee. OUCHIES. ]
...I'm fine.
[ He says this weakly. ]
...Water's good now.
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[She hurries over to the paper towel dispenser, pulls a few out and runs back to the sink, getting dangerously close to slipping herself.] W-woah... I have some paper towels here if you want, to help climb up! [Since hopefully even wet, the towels have more texture than the sink.]
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It's fine, really. Come down while the temperature is good!
[ Meanwhile Emil is squeezing parts of his clothes to find that they're running gross oily gray. AUGHHHHHH THE WORST
THE ABSOLUTE WORST.
He wishes he had something to change into. He can't leave like this. He's disgusting!
They'll laugh him out of the building! They'll say he smells just like city trash! ]
...Is there a fashion department?
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There's a lot of it. Street water is gross.]
Hmm? [She'd ducked her head under the stream of water to try to wash out her hair; she shakes it slightly to get the water out.] Oh, I think so! I don't know how much they'd have that would fit us, though? Unless you want to just use scraps of fabric.
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[ Like, that's a lot of potential sideboob or butt action, and Emil's not about that life. But maybe they could... put something together from the scraps? He's already late for work anyway, and he can't show up like this.
They might ask if he was bathing in mud at some other spa!! ]
Is it far from here?
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[Wait...]
Well, I could tie it like it's a sarong.
Maybe it'd be better if we filled the sink with soap and you wash your clothes.
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[ Okay, he's actually really glad for these old-timey sinks, because they have a little stopper function, unlike the automatic sinks. ]
I'll let you finish first, since it's going to take me awhile.
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[She finishes scrubbing out her hair, then slowly half-walks, half-crawls up the paper towel trail that she left earlier. Still super slippery, and she almost falls over a few times, but eventually she makes it to the top.]
Yikes. I'll get you more paper towels when you're ready to get up. Do you want more soap while I'm up here?
[She pulls out a paper towel and starts drying her hair-- thankfully it's short enough to be effectively dried by a paper towel, but she's going to go stand under the hand dryer for a little bit afterwards...]
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Ooh, sure, if you don't mind.
[ She should go stand there for awhile, because Emil is about to get in the bath and also get super naked. He just needs everything to be clean.
Timeskip? ]
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Tuuri spends the time figuring out where to wave her hand to get the hand dryer to turn on-- which is harder than it sounds, given how tiny they are and how the dryer seems to assume that a normal-sized person would be trying to activate it instead, weird. She eventually gets it working by waving her hands in a big circle, then running underneath it to dry off for 15 seconds before having to do it all over again. She manages to get dry given all the time she has to do it, though her hair is sticking up in a particularly ridiculous way thanks to the direction the dryer was blowing.
When Emil finally emerges from the sink, she hands him a paper towel as a cover, her bangs blown sticking up in all directions.] Here you go! You have to jump a little to get the dryer to notice you, but it's not so bad.
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[ He wraps himself in paper towel and fishes out his clothes, which is difficult to do because paper towel is not nearly as fluffy or soft or pliable as regular cloth towels.
What a bother.
He gets everything together and then--
--FINALLY NOTICES TUURI'S HAIR, and he feels so bad about this. ]
Hold still a second.
[ He reaches over and
Fluff fluff.
Maybe this will work for her. ]
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