He fills that silence with a light command - better to distract than to dwell, especially when he thinks Suzaku is in danger of taking responsibility for that torture.
"If you want your clothes washed tonight leave them in the tub. A demon collects my laundry and delivers fresh towels every evening." Though not for much longer - there's only so much he can bargain for with his tailoring skills.
He steps out from under the running water and snags a towel, gingerly stepping over the side of the tub. His spiked heel-horns aren't half as stable as his entire heel and he's twisted his ankle more than once in the last few weeks. He doesn't leave the room, rather heads to sit on the lid of the toilet so he can keep chatting as Suzaku bathes.
"I had planned to spend my afternoon here, working on some commissions." His voice is muffled briefly as he towels his hair. "But working with my hands gives me too much time to think. Shall we seek a distraction, Suzaku?"
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"If you want your clothes washed tonight leave them in the tub. A demon collects my laundry and delivers fresh towels every evening." Though not for much longer - there's only so much he can bargain for with his tailoring skills.
He steps out from under the running water and snags a towel, gingerly stepping over the side of the tub. His spiked heel-horns aren't half as stable as his entire heel and he's twisted his ankle more than once in the last few weeks. He doesn't leave the room, rather heads to sit on the lid of the toilet so he can keep chatting as Suzaku bathes.
"I had planned to spend my afternoon here, working on some commissions." His voice is muffled briefly as he towels his hair. "But working with my hands gives me too much time to think. Shall we seek a distraction, Suzaku?"