Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Rage opened one of his eyes as she spoke of him getting in the bath to bathe. It seemed like a good idea, he could wash the sweat and the smell of being outside off of him. Along with the reek of alcohol from his clothing. Cocking his brow, the male inquired why she brought that up to him. Rage would've established his need to shower and rinse his clothing before they left tomorrow ... oh. Letting out a small chuckle, the male stood up from the seat. A few more laughs passing through his lips before shaking his head lightly. I get it .. because I'm not completely sober, you- Rage paused, a hiccup causing the interruption. Excuse me. Ahem. The male spoke, clearing his throat. Because I'm not sober, you want to take advantage of me and get me naked, huh? Rage spoke, a small smirk appearing on his face. His footsteps gliding himself over to the female who had stripped down to her tunic and pants. Standing in front of her, the male held his smirk. Quickly letting it fade, If you would've asked, I maybe would have considered it but since you want to be all coy and shy about it. I will have to pass. Rage teased, stepping into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly. That would get him some dirty looks when he left the bathroom, but, meh. He wanted mainly to see her reaction about the subject. Unstrapping his tunic, the male removed it from his body. Tossing it to the side before inhaling deeply, running his hand to his left side. Wincing slightly as his index and middle finger pressed against the medium length slash wound. One of the darkspawn got him, lucky for him .. it wasn't fatal. A sigh passed his lips. Removing his pants from his body as he sat on the stone slab, it was a good foot or so in diameter before it went straight down for the water to fill. His scars were plenty, but well hidden on his torso underneath his tunic. It was because of a few darkspawn attacks ... the scar over his abs was the most defiant one he had. It was from the tip of his own greatsword, the Hurloc that had it .. was a tough fight, definitely shouldn't have lived to see the end of it. Shaking his head softly, the male didn't want to think about that right now ... just slip into the water and relax. Thirty-five minutes later... The male had been done with his bath about fifteen minutes ago, he was just letting his armor soak up the water while he sat around in the towel. His hand ran back to the wound on his left side, wincing as he lightly even touched it. Probably infected ... shouldn't mentioned this to them before ... To them, meant Deacon ... she might have been able to prevent infection if he told her after the battle. Zander wouldn't have cared if he had been wounded, would've been for the better if Rage died. So he could stop 'cock' blocking. Hey mage ... Rage spoke loudly, making sure his voice traveled through the door. Mind coming in here? I need your ... opinion. Wasn't really her opinion, just wanted to know if his wound was in fact, infected. Though, she would probably assume he was talking about his ... size and be reluctant to come in. I'm covered up .. I just need you to answer my question real fast. Listening to the door open. Rage brought his left arm up as he faced the door, his hand resting on his shoulder as his arm bent at his elbow ... elbow up near his ear. Infected?