by Nayt on Fri Oct 15, 2010 1:23 pm
When Eld was lakeside again, he'd find Etsu in a particularly startling position . . .
Etsu sat by the shore on the opposite side of the lake, her legs spread out before her and her feet in the water. She cupped water in her hands and dropped it over her knees and down her shins, rubbed the moisture in, and gliding a razor blade over her skin once more. She was shaving her legs.
Honestly, what else would Etsu be doing right now?
Etsu already had both lines cast out into the middle of the lake, and a small bucket set out nearby for depositing her catches into. She hadn't nabbed anything yet, but that wasn't too much of a concern of hers right now. Right now, she was doing necessary bodily maintenance. She was at the tail end of an overdue date with a razor blade. It seemed she hadn't changed out of her night clothes, though, and she was very obviously wearing one of Eld's shirts. It was one of his black shirts and she was practically swimming in it (except for the chest area of the shirt; that was kind of-sort of tight on her, but it was about as uncomfortable as wearing a bra and thereby unimportant). If she stood up straight, it came down to the middle of her thighs.
When she heard a rustle across the lake, Etsu looked up quickly, only to be relieve to see Eld rather than anyone else. She wasn't quite so relieved when she felt a sharp pain on her leg, though. Etsu winced audibly, looked down at her leg, observed the crimson that now dripped down her leg from the open slash across her shin, and winced again. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She was jumpy and she wasn't looking at what she was doing, and she wound up nicking herself pretty good. Except she was using a straight razor, and nicking yourself with a straight razor usually meant giving yourself a nice healthy cut across your skin. A flesh wound to be sure, more an inconvenience than anything else-- but seriously, that was the last thing Etsu needed right now.
Oh well, if Eld wound up touching her leg again or something and he grabbed a rough spot, at least it wasn't because she hadn't shaved her legs; she was all smooth again. That just meant that he'd have grabbed a bandage, cloth, or whatever she could find to wrap around her leg, and then maybe he'd feel guilty for startling her.