Post by libertalianarrator on Feb 13, 2020 18:44:33 GMT -8
The woman does find it odd how protective he is of his ink, but it doesn’t take a genius to understand it. It’s his primary form of communication, after all, and it must have cost an absolute fortune. Still, to each his own. “Ah, that’s why we travel by sea,” Brea says. “If you have a boat, you have a home. No need for luggage when it's all kept nice and tidy in a floating house.”
“And you can go further than anyone else,” the Av’ says as he crosses his arms by the door with a long grin. “Its the most daring way to travel, if y’ ask me.” He steps aside to let Keph through. “Enjoy, lad.”
There’s a look shared between the Av’ and his wife. A cocked eyebrow here, a blink there, then a nod from the wife to the heap of messy clothes on the floor. Arthur’s eyes go wide, he gives a small laugh, then shakes his head, to which Brea just raises both eyebrows. Arthur’s mirth dies along with his smile as he slumps slightly, much to Brea’s amusement. She’d done most of the work looking after Keph, its only right that Arthur does the laundry. He gathers the clothes up, holds them at arm’s length, and shifts towards the kitchen to start scrubbing.
Brea, on the other hands, takes the opportunity to slump back onto the couch and sigh with contented bliss. What luck she had that she could marry a man who not only loves her madly, but also who she could manipulate like putty to get chores done.
Keph’s bath is as wonderful as expected, and the soaps are just as good, leaving him smelling so much better, and no longer of stale ale, vomit, and goodness knows what else. His joyful humming isn’t lost on Brea, who can’t help but smile with pride, having turned a gutter rat into a happy guest, and it also gave her the thought that perhaps he isn’t entirely mute after all. Regardless, she sits on her rump with a good book as she waits for the Av’ to do his share of the work.
Once finished, Keph may find himself without his clothes for a little while, but they’ve been hung out to dry and are just about as clean as he is. It shouldn’t take long for the clothes to dry in the warm Libertalian sun!
“And you can go further than anyone else,” the Av’ says as he crosses his arms by the door with a long grin. “Its the most daring way to travel, if y’ ask me.” He steps aside to let Keph through. “Enjoy, lad.”
There’s a look shared between the Av’ and his wife. A cocked eyebrow here, a blink there, then a nod from the wife to the heap of messy clothes on the floor. Arthur’s eyes go wide, he gives a small laugh, then shakes his head, to which Brea just raises both eyebrows. Arthur’s mirth dies along with his smile as he slumps slightly, much to Brea’s amusement. She’d done most of the work looking after Keph, its only right that Arthur does the laundry. He gathers the clothes up, holds them at arm’s length, and shifts towards the kitchen to start scrubbing.
Brea, on the other hands, takes the opportunity to slump back onto the couch and sigh with contented bliss. What luck she had that she could marry a man who not only loves her madly, but also who she could manipulate like putty to get chores done.
Keph’s bath is as wonderful as expected, and the soaps are just as good, leaving him smelling so much better, and no longer of stale ale, vomit, and goodness knows what else. His joyful humming isn’t lost on Brea, who can’t help but smile with pride, having turned a gutter rat into a happy guest, and it also gave her the thought that perhaps he isn’t entirely mute after all. Regardless, she sits on her rump with a good book as she waits for the Av’ to do his share of the work.
Once finished, Keph may find himself without his clothes for a little while, but they’ve been hung out to dry and are just about as clean as he is. It shouldn’t take long for the clothes to dry in the warm Libertalian sun!