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[soulsees]

( It isn't often that Emet-Selch is able to make Hythlodaeus blush, but his comment is so unexpected — so gently intimate — that he finds warmth rising to his cheeks all the same. He scoffs just the once before ducking to peck his lips again, before shifting to pull himself out of their cosy nest and stretch away the last of the sleep. )

Of course I do — you can't possibly imagine I'd let you get out of this, most eminent Emet-Selch.

( He teases, tossing a wink back over his shoulder before reaching for a hairtie. He pulls his mess of lilac hair into a bun atop his head as he reaches for his towel: )

All in good time, of course. I'd advise you to make the most of your chance for a nap while you can.

( And with that he heads through to the ensuite bathroom to begin washing up for the day, returning only when his breath is fresh, his body smells sweet, and his hair is glossy and clean. )

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You never let me get out of anything.

[He mutters with a roll of his eyes, though again there's no real annoyance behind it. It's always a small victory, getting that sort of reaction out of Hythlodaeus, and he lets him trot off to wash with no complaint.

When Hythlodaeus returns, he'll find that Emet-Selch has indeed taken the opportunity for just a little more rest; he's dozing sitting up, propped against the pillows with his eyes shut. Not dead asleep, by the looks of him, and easily woken when Hyth comes back to the bed-- he stirs slightly at the sound of his footsteps, eyes blinking slowly open once more.]

-finished already, are you?

[soulsees]

"Already?"

( Hythlodaeus repeats, one towel low on his hips while he dries off his hair with the other. He chuckles sightly as he leans down to drop a kiss to the top of Emet's head: )

You'd snooze the whole day away if I let you.

( Before padding over to the dresser to pull out a well-hidden piece of knitwear. It's a rich burgundy sweater - cable-knit, of course - with an utterly obnoxious snowman design on the front, and he bundles it into a ball before tossing it directly at Emet's head. )

When you've washed up, put that on. I hear it's tradition!