[ are they at the level where they can actually joke about this sort of stuff and not take anything they say too seriously? Jen has to honestly question that for a second because, well, she's seen first-hand how serious Lina can take things.
Jen heaved a sigh and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. she is pointedly not answering that question because she feels embarrassed enough over. well. stuff. ]
Whatever, nerd! Guess I'll go before I infect you with grass cooties or something.
[ yeah that. was lame, even coming from Jen of all people. she is still flustered, and not doing a good job of being fake-mad about things without seeming absolutely childish. she moves swiftly off to the bathroom to go take a suddenly very much needed cold shower that had nothing to do with what just transpired. she's just... sore, okay!?! ]
[haha. ha. cool. way to go, Lina. she's just gonna grab some of the extra stew that she didn't give to Jen and pull an energy drink out of the fridge and stay in her room for a while because hoo boy she feels like she has fucked up a lot tonight. and apparently the fuckups continue because she hasn't actually put all the clean stuff away and anything that Jen could actually use to dry herself off is still here, in Lina's room. she groans audibly.]
[great. now she has to make this even more awkward because she is apparently unable to cease. she has popped and she cannot stop. grabbing one of Jen's towels and a robe if that's what she feels like walking around in, Lina leaves her dinner where it is and heads over to the bathroom. she raps on the bathroom door with the back of her hand (four knocks, emphasis on the first and fourth) and calls past it.]
Jen? I have your towel.
[the only reasonable thing to do is to walk in, but she's going to wait this time, dammit.]
[ the shower was, in a word, amazing, in just how badly Jen needed it. the past couple of days had been filled with a lot of joy, but also a lot of stress. the need to hold herself back and reconsider all her actions of the past couple of weeks, for one thing, but also try and impress literally everyone around her every waking hour? it took its toll.
so far into her own head was she right now that she even neglected to take off her arm before stepping into the stall. normally she avoids getting it wet or dirty, and god forbid her taking it anywhere near the beach except in the case it arrived in. but even amidst scrubbing herself down she couldn't help but think to how much easier it was, how natural it felt to her, to use it right now. she wasn't going to wash her hair in full - it wasn't that day of the week - but she did at least want to rinse it out. same with the hand itself.
hmm. she ought to go visit a gun shop or something and see if there's a particular kind of kit she could use to clean it out. Jen could always tell the clerk it's for a friend if they ask for too many details.
the knocking draws her out of that train of thought but not all of them, and she just barely makes out Lina calling to her on the other side of the sturdy door. already rinsed and now just standing under the showerhead because the cold felt really invigorating, Jen replied back but not very loudly. ]
What? What is it?
[ deciding in the same instant that of course she couldn't hear anything, the water was on, she cut that off. Jen also decided that it made sense to open the glass door of the shower since that would surely also block the sound from reaching her.
she probably should have stopped herself from stepping out onto the mat, hair clinging to her every which way less like some pinup and more like a drowned rat.
and ... yeah Jen wasn't thinking straight (hah!) when she spoke up again. ] Yeah, come in?
[Lina hears the water shut off and assumes that Jen is finished, and that probably means that she's already figured out that there isn't anything in there to dry herself off with. which means she knows what Lina's there for, and she knows that she probably should make some sort of effort to cover herself up so Lina doesn't get exactly the same treatment that she gave Jen earlier today.]
[Lina can be so dumb sometimes.]
[she opens the door with a flat expression, holding the towel and robe folded up in the other hand, and immediately yelps and drops both of them. though she's not going to end up bleeding, because she's not also carrying a bunch of heavy stuff, she will grab the door and hide behind it so she can cover her eyes. and then just. casually lean out and show only one eye that's doing its best to focus on anything else.]
Okay, okay, we're fucking even!
[she's doing a very bad job focusing on anything else, though. look, she knows her roommate's hot. Jen knows she's hot, too, and it's that level of confidence, even as she's stepping out of the shower, that's part of why... god, yeah, Lina would probably be attracted to her if they weren't roommates. ugh. she hates this. (she doesn't.)]
[if she actually wanted to help, she'd pick up the towel and robe and bring them over to Jen. or close the door. she is doing neither.]
We —? [ Jen's brain finally catches up to her at about the point where Lina's already shouted at her and has gone mostly into hiding. she could be doing a lot more to cover herself, too, or move back into the shower (like the glass would hide her at all) or forwards to fetch the robe and/or shut the door but there's a problem with anything.
every surface is wet, she's wet, and if she has learned one single lesson this evening it's that she would like to NOT actually break her face. or worse.
still standing on the mat before the shower, Jen crouched down and clutched at the edge of the stall with her metal arm. it may not have the absolute best grip for the situation but it's strong and clamps down in a way that if she slipped and fell she would absolutely damage the track in the process to prevent it.
her other arm slides up over the top of her knees to cover her chest and the way the color from her face is bleeding out to every exposed bit of skin that isn't already lightly tanned from her time outdoors.
she sits there, vaguely shivering, for what felt like an eternity but was probably more like two seconds. ]
Y-yeah, uh. I guess. I guess we are? [ why uncertainty? because that wasn't her intent but also, god this was embarrassing on a whole new level. ] Can you... hand me, the...?
[ she can't reach out without exposing herself. ] Or just. Throw it over my face. That's fine too.
[Lina takes her time pretending she's not watching Jen crouch down and do her best to cover herself. she would've been fine if her roommate just turned around because, like they already established, she's more into chests and doesn't really care if she sees Jen's ass, but that's not really the point of all this right now.]
[the point is that Lina extracts herself from her poor, makeshift hiding place and decides that hey, she doesn't actually like her luck with throwing things at people right now. she inches into the bathroom with one hand barely covering her eyes, and yeah at this point it's a little theatrical and she's definitely peeking anyway—and she's not being subtle about it, either. but she has to at least pretend that on some level, this isn't what she wanted to happen.]
Here. Sorry. I got distracted.
[which Jen probably understands. Lina lowers the towel and robe down to Jen's level, then decides "fuck it" and kneels down in front of her, using the, uh, linens? as a shield between their bodies. she holds it up at her own chest height to keep herself from seeing too much.]
...yeah, I. Figured. [ Jen could barely eek out any more words than that, but in all honesty things could have gone a lot worse in the end. she reaches up to take the towel by the corners, pulls at it toward her until she can rise up on her knees and wrap it around herself.
Lina will let go by this point, right? surely. ] I've got it from here.
[okay! cool. cool, everything's fine now. Lina's given Jen everything she needs and she rises to her own feet and tries not to look directly at Jen because she's just gotten way more information about her than she ever expected and this is. mm. she's going to have to think about this a lot.]
Cool. Um. I'll be in my room if you need me. [but she absolutely gets it if she needs some alone time. with awkwardness seeping from every pore of her body, Lina takes a couple steps backwards, bumps against the door, and makes a quiet noise of surprise that's only just short of a yelp.]
[okay, great. awesome. she's doing great. she'll just get way the fuck out of here and close the door behind her without saying anything else. she's biting down on her lips from the inside of her mouth to keep herself from making any more awkward noises, and she just. maybe needs to go back to not seeing Jen for a bit! maybe texting her will be better at some point but this is embarrassing as hell and she cannot put up with herself anymore.]
[ Lina's yelp has Jen look up and nearly drop the towel, which was thankfully secure enough not to actually fall, as she reaches out for her. ] Hey! ...be careful.
[ the last thing they need is both of them running and/or smashing into things and having to explain it to people tomorrow. Jen was about to ask if Lina needed the shower next but she's gone already.
so Jen is just going to go....
wash her face and then retreat to her room, too, without making even more of a mess of tonight.
texting. texting is good. they can go back to a few days of just being ships passing in the night; or during the day, as the case may be. she'll at least need one full day to clean out and return the camper so that gives her an excuse. ]
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Jen heaved a sigh and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. she is pointedly not answering that question because she feels embarrassed enough over. well. stuff. ]
Whatever, nerd! Guess I'll go before I infect you with grass cooties or something.
[ yeah that. was lame, even coming from Jen of all people. she is still flustered, and not doing a good job of being fake-mad about things without seeming absolutely childish. she moves swiftly off to the bathroom to go take a suddenly very much needed cold shower that had nothing to do with what just transpired. she's just... sore, okay!?! ]
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[great. now she has to make this even more awkward because she is apparently unable to cease. she has popped and she cannot stop. grabbing one of Jen's towels and a robe if that's what she feels like walking around in, Lina leaves her dinner where it is and heads over to the bathroom. she raps on the bathroom door with the back of her hand (four knocks, emphasis on the first and fourth) and calls past it.]
Jen? I have your towel.
[the only reasonable thing to do is to walk in, but she's going to wait this time, dammit.]
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so far into her own head was she right now that she even neglected to take off her arm before stepping into the stall. normally she avoids getting it wet or dirty, and god forbid her taking it anywhere near the beach except in the case it arrived in. but even amidst scrubbing herself down she couldn't help but think to how much easier it was, how natural it felt to her, to use it right now. she wasn't going to wash her hair in full - it wasn't that day of the week - but she did at least want to rinse it out. same with the hand itself.
hmm. she ought to go visit a gun shop or something and see if there's a particular kind of kit she could use to clean it out. Jen could always tell the clerk it's for a friend if they ask for too many details.
the knocking draws her out of that train of thought but not all of them, and she just barely makes out Lina calling to her on the other side of the sturdy door. already rinsed and now just standing under the showerhead because the cold felt really invigorating, Jen replied back but not very loudly. ]
What? What is it?
[ deciding in the same instant that of course she couldn't hear anything, the water was on, she cut that off. Jen also decided that it made sense to open the glass door of the shower since that would surely also block the sound from reaching her.
she probably should have stopped herself from stepping out onto the mat, hair clinging to her every which way less like some pinup and more like a drowned rat.
and ... yeah Jen wasn't thinking straight (hah!) when she spoke up again. ] Yeah, come in?
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[Lina can be so dumb sometimes.]
[she opens the door with a flat expression, holding the towel and robe folded up in the other hand, and immediately yelps and drops both of them. though she's not going to end up bleeding, because she's not also carrying a bunch of heavy stuff, she will grab the door and hide behind it so she can cover her eyes. and then just. casually lean out and show only one eye that's doing its best to focus on anything else.]
Okay, okay, we're fucking even!
[she's doing a very bad job focusing on anything else, though. look, she knows her roommate's hot. Jen knows she's hot, too, and it's that level of confidence, even as she's stepping out of the shower, that's part of why... god, yeah, Lina would probably be attracted to her if they weren't roommates. ugh. she hates this. (she doesn't.)]
[if she actually wanted to help, she'd pick up the towel and robe and bring them over to Jen. or close the door. she is doing neither.]
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every surface is wet, she's wet, and if she has learned one single lesson this evening it's that she would like to NOT actually break her face. or worse.
still standing on the mat before the shower, Jen crouched down and clutched at the edge of the stall with her metal arm. it may not have the absolute best grip for the situation but it's strong and clamps down in a way that if she slipped and fell she would absolutely damage the track in the process to prevent it.
her other arm slides up over the top of her knees to cover her chest and the way the color from her face is bleeding out to every exposed bit of skin that isn't already lightly tanned from her time outdoors.
she sits there, vaguely shivering, for what felt like an eternity but was probably more like two seconds. ]
Y-yeah, uh. I guess. I guess we are? [ why uncertainty? because that wasn't her intent but also, god this was embarrassing on a whole new level. ] Can you... hand me, the...?
[ she can't reach out without exposing herself. ] Or just. Throw it over my face. That's fine too.
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[the point is that Lina extracts herself from her poor, makeshift hiding place and decides that hey, she doesn't actually like her luck with throwing things at people right now. she inches into the bathroom with one hand barely covering her eyes, and yeah at this point it's a little theatrical and she's definitely peeking anyway—and she's not being subtle about it, either. but she has to at least pretend that on some level, this isn't what she wanted to happen.]
Here. Sorry. I got distracted.
[which Jen probably understands. Lina lowers the towel and robe down to Jen's level, then decides "fuck it" and kneels down in front of her, using the, uh, linens? as a shield between their bodies. she holds it up at her own chest height to keep herself from seeing too much.]
I'll, um. Yeah.
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Lina will let go by this point, right? surely. ] I've got it from here.
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Cool. Um. I'll be in my room if you need me. [but she absolutely gets it if she needs some alone time. with awkwardness seeping from every pore of her body, Lina takes a couple steps backwards, bumps against the door, and makes a quiet noise of surprise that's only just short of a yelp.]
[okay, great. awesome. she's doing great. she'll just get way the fuck out of here and close the door behind her without saying anything else. she's biting down on her lips from the inside of her mouth to keep herself from making any more awkward noises, and she just. maybe needs to go back to not seeing Jen for a bit! maybe texting her will be better at some point but this is embarrassing as hell and she cannot put up with herself anymore.]
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[ the last thing they need is both of them running and/or smashing into things and having to explain it to people tomorrow. Jen was about to ask if Lina needed the shower next but she's gone already.
so Jen is just going to go....
wash her face and then retreat to her room, too, without making even more of a mess of tonight.
texting. texting is good. they can go back to a few days of just being ships passing in the night; or during the day, as the case may be. she'll at least need one full day to clean out and return the camper so that gives her an excuse. ]