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bakerstreet2016-01-28 06:43 pm
baitings) wrote in bakerstreet2016-01-28 06:43 pm
The Personal Hygiene Shipping 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.
- 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.
- Romantic: The sole purpose of this endeavor is to set a lovey-dovey mood. No shame here!
- 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.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
- 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...
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- Make Up: They think you're beautiful already. See how they'll paint you up when they get the chance.
- Unique: If you're not human, you probably have your own proceeders you have to do to keep all spiffied up. There are wings with stray feathers to pluck, horns on heads to polish, scales to shave down, all sorts of tasks! Introduce your ignorant (and most likely human) boyfriend or girlfriend to your world...and your pain.
- Accommodations: Those with disabilities or prosthetics may also have their own routines, and anyone who wants to be with them should learn how to pitch in.
- Sponge Bath: You don't have enough water to do this right or you just want to give them a nice rub and scrub with a gentle sponge or wash cloth.
- Wound Care: In order for wounds to heal, proper care must be taken. Bandages have to be changed and cuts cleaned out. It's certainly easier when you don't have to do it all by yourself.
- Together: You're both cleaning up, taking a bath, splish splash, in the same tub because there's no where else to go. This is the most likely smut option, even if, again, it starts off "platonic."
- Clothing: Don't forget that clean clothes are an important part of personal hygiene. Always make sure your partner has a nice, fresh outfit, even if it's to your taste and not theirs.
- I've Made a Terrible Mistake: Somehow, everything's now shit. This little experiment went haywire and you may be sporting anything from the worst hairdo of your life to a Columbian necktie.
- FREE SPACE
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[ He's fine sitting up, he thinks, but starting to get irritated. They may have gone out and had a good time together, but Mick's not beyond turning around and swatting the guy to spur him into action if he keeps it up.
Making an attempt at distraction, he folds his arm across his chest and stares out at the cage in the corner. ]
Those rats for experiments or something?
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[Hartley rolled his eyes but got to work cleaning the area surrounding the wound anyway. He'd like to get this over with himself, but he refused to rush through it just because Mick was feeling impatient. He didn't want to deal with the fallout from Snart if his partner in crime got an infection and kicked the bucket.]
No, they're my pets. They do help me out from time to time, but I don't experiment on them.
[As he spoke, the rats were letting themselves out of the cage and sneaking closer to get a better look at the stranger on their sofa. They were lucky Hartley was too busy at the moment to shoo them back to their cage.]
Are you afraid of rats?
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Do I seem like the kind of guy who's scared of anything?
[ That doesn't mean he's willing to have them crawl on him. He'll be eyeing the rodents and their movements just as surely as they're looking at him. ]
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No, but you never know. Most people find rats repulsive. I find them useful.
[The rats lost interest in Mick pretty quickly once they realized he wasn't going to do anything interesting (like feed them), they began to ignore him in favor of chasing each other across the room.]
They're usually better behaved than this. They're not used to me having people over.
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[ Mick has worked and lived in more than a few dumps in his life - he's pretty used to the presence of rats. Bugs too. Knowing that Rathaway comes from an affluent background, he finds it ironic he'd keep pets associated with poverty.
He watches the creatures scamper around the room, having nothing better to do or focus on beside the irritating stinging of his scalp. ]
You ever seen that movie Willard?
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No, they're just excited. I wouldn't be surprised if they started showing off at some point though. They love attention.
[Hartley's always had a fondness of rats. Despite their bad rep, they were one the cleanest, friendliest, most intelligent pets a person could have. Besides, it shouldn't surprise anyone that someone calling himself the Pied Piper would have an affinity towards rats.]
No, it's a horror movie, isn't it? What's it about?
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[ Fortunately for them both, most of the gritty glass and dirt specks had been carried free of the wound itself by the ooze of blood. There were just a few shining grains to get. ]
It's about some guy - uh, Willard - and he trains these rats into a personal army. Steal stuff, kill his boss for him, whatever...
I wouldn't go gettin' any ideas, though. They eat him in the end.
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Interesting... Any idea how he got them to do that? Magic, fake movie science, or something that might actually work in real life?
[Good going, Mick. Now he was getting ideas. His (former) boss might already be dead, but having his own personal rat army still sounded pretty appealing.]
Uh huh, sure. Out of curiosity, why exactly did they eat him?
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[ This guy was seriously thinking about a rat army, wasn't he? And the shrinks said he had problems...
Mick's shoulders tense up as he feels the ends of the tweezers ticking at his wound, but he remains still. ]
I dunno about you, but I'm starving. We should get a pizza or something.
[ All that talking about rats eating dudes had woken his stomach up. ]
How messed up did you get?
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[He was definitely going to watch it. Who wouldn't want an army of rat minions? Besides, it would go with the theme he had going.
Meanwhile, one of his own rats has lost interest in its game of tag and has climbed up to rest on top of the arm of the couch while the other one wandered into the kitchen to see if Hartley accidentally left any food out. Neither seemed inclined to bother Mick, which was good. There was one more piece of glass Hartley needed to get out and he'd prefer the rats kept their distance until he could properly dispose of it all.]
I'm pulling glass out of a deep, bleeding wound. It's not the kind of thing that inspires hunger. [And yet...] But pizza sounds pretty good right now.
[It would obviously have to wait until he was done patching Mick up.]
Not as bad as you. I have a few burns, I think, and a cut on my arm.
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[ The rat may not be bothering Mick, but he hadn't expected it to appear on the arm of the sofa nearby, either. His reflexes are such that he jerks a little under Hartley's probing, which in turn gets a rather animalistic growl out of him directed towards the rodent. Watch yourself. ]
Keep thinkin' about one of those things trying to crawl up my pants leg. Or worse - yours.
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I don't startle easily, so it wouldn't matter even if they did crawl up my pants leg. I'm used to them crawling all over me while I'm working anyway.
[Meanwhile, the growl nearly scared the rat away, but this was his sofa and Hartley was close by, so he stayed put and stared Mick down before finally curling up right there for a nap.]
And don't worry, they won't get too close to you until I introduce you to them. This one just likes sleeping on the arm of the sofa.
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[ Mick comes to the realization that what he's saying is ridiculous, so he shuts up and stares at the arm of the sofa. This rat had some gumption, staying put when many would've ran. ]
I need another drink.
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[Now that the glass was out, another drink sounded like a pretty good idea. For Mick, at least. Anything to keep him calm, still and not injuring himself further. And perhaps it wouldn't hurt for Hartley to finish his own drink.]
The glass is out. I'll wash my hands and then I'll make you another drink before I stitch you up.
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[ And that's how he's going to leave that one, a bit gruff. He leans forward and picks up his empty glass, offering it over his shoulder. Being more sedated couldn't be a bad idea right now. Hartley either thought a lot of himself or a lot of Mick to think Heat Wave was only likely to hurt himself here. ]
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Don't worry, I seriously doubt anyone wants to tickle you.
[He headed into the kitchen, washing his hands again before pouring more whiskey into Mick's glass and coming back out to the living room to hand it to him. Hartley did think rather a lot of himself. But he also thought if Mick wanted to avoid pain, he could damn well stay still. Hopefully the whiskey would help with that.]