Clean up

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The Personal Hygiene Meme



Personal hygiene is just that - personal. By the time we've come to a point in our lives where we notice that the concept exists and we should be prudent about it, we can take care of ourselves. There are also many practical reasons why we don't involve other people in this process. We're not too keen on showing off parts to be cleaned that are private in most contexts, and there's definitely an ingrained aversion to showing so much soft, fleshy skin. Hot water or a sharp razor could spell dangerous with a capital D should they come into the hands of someone with a vendetta against you. No need to be extra vulnerable.

So, if you're involving another person in your cleansing routines, it must be someone you trust. Not only that, but it's most likely someone you're comfortable with and likely at least somewhat open to being intimate with. You may not be dropping all your clothing in front of them, but it's still you opening yourself up to touching and closeness unparalleled in more "usual" moments.

Established and burgeoning couples (or not-so-couples) can bond through this showing of care and good faith. Will you like being pampered and find the attention endearing? Or will things go terribly, terribly wrong?

...you never should have let them near that shaving cream.

• Comment with your character and preferences.
• Smut is not required. Mention if you want/don't want it.
• Reply to others and use the RNG.

1. Comfort: You've decided to pitch in a helping hand to get your partner to unwind, and warm water or suds may do the trick.
2. Romantic: The sole purpose of this endeavor is to set a lovey-dovey mood. No shame here!
3. It Started Out Platonic...: What a good pal you are, volunteering to give your friend a good scrub. Of course, you didn't count on the cute way she squirms as you scrub her back or how he blushes when you shampoo his scalp.
4. No Choice: Currently, you're unable to clean yourself up. That means that you need assistance, and it might as well be the person you lov- tolerate the most.
5. Open: You have trust issues. Actually, you have backlogs of trust issues. Still, you want to show the person you love that you're willing and trying to change for them, and what better way than letting down your walls and having the assist in your grooming?
6. Shave: Whether it's your face, your legs, or...your other places you've decided to shave, there's a certain intimacy involved in letting your lover do it for you. Let's hope they won't leave you looking like you got into a battle with a book with the paper cuts to prove it.
7. Reluctant: They want to get you clean. You don't want to show off your body at all. It's injured, it looks weird, what if they don't like it...
8. Forced: You love them, you really do, but you won't kiss them if they continue to look like an unwashed hobo clown. You have to draw the line somewhere, and if they won't take action, you will.
9. Beat Up: You've been trampled in a fight. Your partner isn't about to let you wallow around in your own mud and blood.
10. Hair: Some find that there's nothing quite as soothing as getting their hair washed or brushed. Of course, those with more luxurious locks may find any hair care a burden, so the assistance is appreciated.
11. Make Up: They think you're beautiful already. See how they'll paint you up when they get

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[hatician]

I know...? [He repeated after her softly and almost distracted, not looking away from his work at first--as he sat beside a pile of clothes to be mended. Ishtar corrected his vision accordingly and he'd given pause, understanding instinctively that they weren't going to have a fun talk. She had that look, as if she were appraising an offering and scrutinizing whether or not it belonged on her altar and he sat there, blinking owlishly.

It was when she'd touched his stubble with that same discernment that he realized what the issue was. He was a cat facing a bath and that recognition had him freezing up. He should've known when she'd scrunched her nose after kissing him that morning and the dim realization that he'd started to feel a tickle on his upper lip when he had his tea.]

Oh, it's already that time, is it? I'd... hate to bother you over a little trim...

[ninanna]

["A trim," he says. As if she'd just take a couple of scissors or a the quick-pass of an electric razor to get the job done. No, absolutely not. They're in the heat of the summer, and it's already too stifling. Her gaze narrows as she stares down at him. Her red eyes not indicating that she'll stray from the path she has already decided.]

Make your way to the washroom before I scruff you like a kitten.

[hatician]

[He might have been riding the tail end of a slow afternoon but those brilliant ruby eyes of hers were nothing short of a dose of adrenaline. With a 'hup', he hopped from the floor and landed on the tips of his toes, leaving his haori flung over his cushion as if to lay claim to it for later.

He wondered aloud with a touch of humor, pulling his samue from his shoulders to hang over his hips once he'd stopped in front of the mirror.]

My, my. Did you want to watch?

[ninanna]

[What use is it to respond to his question? No, she's probably going to give him a shave closer than he'd like, so falling into his little games won't be good. She'll just have to pay for it later, but for now she'll get what she wants.

By manifesting that spear she carries on her sometimes, but as the size of a knife.]

Pull your hair back and lather your face and neck. I'll get to work once you're prepped.

[There is no asking, no gentle request. He is ordered to take action and she intends for him to follow directions.]

[hatician]

Oh.

[So, he found himself staring down the edge of that spear--enamored.

It wasn't a demeanor she wore infrequently but Ishtar's commanding tone added an undeniably attractive element that convinced him to acquiesce all too easily. With only that, she managed to turn his attitude on that whole 'looking presentable' inconvenience right around. Gathering his hair with both hands, Kisuke tied it back and washed his face. A moment was spared to appraise his cheekbones and, with a brush, he delicately touched up his face with the barest amount of shaving cream.

As much as he loved her, he wanted to spare her a bit of effort and... her spear was very, very sharp. With a 'hup, he'd settled beside the sink to sit on the hamper and hid his smile rather poorly beneath sandalwood-scented shaving cream.]

I'm at your disposal.