[Tohsaka follows in, and closes the door behind her. She pays no mind as he undresses, and begins drawing the water. Hot, but not scalding. From a shelf on the wall she plucks two small bottles of oils: sandalwood, and vetiver. Woodsy, earthy, warm and fresh. It would be hard to complain about those even as a man insistent on his masulinity as Gen.]
But if a whole planet can be made from scratch, why not the healing of a soul? If we give up then it would be the same as condemning them.
[Rin pulls her hair up into a ponytail. High and tight. She also loses her top. Uncaring if he leers at her. They shard the hot springs before. What does she care? The apathy weighs on her heart, but the seriousness of Gen's condition is even heavier.
Rin pats the edge of her deep tub. Signalling for him to climb in as the water fills it.]
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[Tohsaka follows in, and closes the door behind her. She pays no mind as he undresses, and begins drawing the water. Hot, but not scalding. From a shelf on the wall she plucks two small bottles of oils: sandalwood, and vetiver. Woodsy, earthy, warm and fresh. It would be hard to complain about those even as a man insistent on his masulinity as Gen.]
But if a whole planet can be made from scratch, why not the healing of a soul? If we give up then it would be the same as condemning them.
[Rin pulls her hair up into a ponytail. High and tight. She also loses her top. Uncaring if he leers at her. They shard the hot springs before. What does she care? The apathy weighs on her heart, but the seriousness of Gen's condition is even heavier.
Rin pats the edge of her deep tub. Signalling for him to climb in as the water fills it.]