[it shouldn't catch janus by surprise, and maybe it doesn't, exactly. there's a fat liquid slosh and a bloorop of water against ceramic. janus falls hands-first into the tub, their palms finding the bottom, squeak audibly through the thickness of water. they don't accidentally crack their chin open on his teeth, which is probably because they both have unimaginable, supernatural heights of agility and physical prowess.]
A wet floor? [they ask.] Plumbing problems. Complaints from the family of mice who live downstairs.
[but they smile at him and nip at his jaw, breathe into the crook of his neck, and then get their knees over the lip of the tub. slosh! slosh. it soaks through immediately, and then they're shifting so they can brace their weight above rafa. strip off their shirt first, then their trousers next. wet fabric slapping the floor, their hair already arrayed in pointy spikes when they duck down to steal some more kisses.]
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A wet floor? [they ask.] Plumbing problems. Complaints from the family of mice who live downstairs.
[but they smile at him and nip at his jaw, breathe into the crook of his neck, and then get their knees over the lip of the tub. slosh! slosh. it soaks through immediately, and then they're shifting so they can brace their weight above rafa. strip off their shirt first, then their trousers next. wet fabric slapping the floor, their hair already arrayed in pointy spikes when they duck down to steal some more kisses.]