[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. ]
[Next time, they should invest in a handkerchief or something. Still, Tuuri’s not bothered (it's kind of like a sauna, right?) until Emil reaches over and runs his hands through her hair...?]
Uh... thanks?
[She tries to get a glimpse of herself in the mirror.]
Okay, Tuuri's still a bit... fluffier than usual, but it's uh, it's kind of cute?
It's not horrible...?
Okay, he probably should help a little more, but he's sopping wet and he needs to run back through the thing to dry his clothes, so...he'll busy himself with the motion sensor gymnastics...and
BREATHE IN A GIANT PUFF OF HOT AIR
There is so much coughing, this was a huge mistake ]
[Well, at least Emil's committed to making her look good...? She doesn't particularly mind how her hair is, since this happens pretty often if it gets wet, but it's no big deal if Emil wants to fix it.] Thanks.
[OH NO Emil takes a big breath and starts sputtering and she forgets whatever weirdness Emil had about her hair.] O-oh no, hold on-- do you want some water? [She has no way to get it for him but... there's a sink right there, she'll think of something.]
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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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Uh... thanks?
[She tries to get a glimpse of herself in the mirror.]
I guess it was a little messy.
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It's fine now.
[ It does work on everyone... Sort of.
Okay, Tuuri's still a bit... fluffier than usual, but it's uh, it's kind of cute?
It's not horrible...?
Okay, he probably should help a little more, but he's sopping wet and he needs to run back through the thing to dry his clothes, so...he'll busy himself with the motion sensor gymnastics...and
BREATHE IN A GIANT PUFF OF HOT AIR
There is so much coughing, this was a huge mistake ]
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[OH NO Emil takes a big breath and starts sputtering and she forgets whatever weirdness Emil had about her hair.] O-oh no, hold on-- do you want some water? [She has no way to get it for him but... there's a sink right there, she'll think of something.]
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[ He chokes this out, wheezing. ]
No, I'm fine! Really! Just uh, didn't expect it to be so strong, that's all.
[ And also he might be waving his clothes up and down as
someone walks into the bathroom and gives Emil a dirty look. ]
--You don't have to wait for me...
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[She waves cheerfully at whoever walks into the bathroom, because this is no big deal and that person is a jerk.]
Drying your clothes on your own would be boring, right?
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Yeah, I guess... Wanna help me take the shirt? It's red, you can pretend you're at a bullfight!
[ Meanwhile he'll take his shorts and also hope to some higher being that his shoes aren't going to be squishy with water when he walks outta here. ]
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Ooh, sure, good idea! [She takes the shirt, waving it up and down to activate the hand dryer.] Toro, toro!
[As she's flinging the shirt around, she starts flicking water droplets all over the place without realizing, oops.]
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Hey, did you know they have mechanical bulls here? They ride them for fun...!