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[arkitect]

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!