The fact that Ahn-Bo-ah even managed to hold his grip around the bar of soap seemed to be a feat and it didn’t escape Jin’s notice that he didn’t quite seem to be… all there. Mentally or physically. It really was like staring at a shell, a gwishin of what had once been. Jin didn’t know if he preferred this to the angry, volatile temper he’d been expecting, but he’d take it for now. At least until they got through the mundane of bathing, eating, and settling in.
He tugged Ahn-Bo back down toward the river, careful of the muddy bank, and set his things on a rock. Jin didn’t even bother slipping off his shoes and pulling/rolling up whatever part of his still wet, cold attire he could manage; he was already drenched from his first crossing. He did turn towards his friend and press Bo-ah gently back against the same boulder to a seat. Then, hiking up his proverbial sleeves, he settled in to be the lucid one.
First, he gently pulled back all of Ahn-Bo’s hair into a loose knot so he could see properly. It was matted and tangled and totally unruly. Jin wondered, as he ran his fingers through it and massaged Bo-ah's scalp softly, if he preferred cutting it short or struggling with an actual brush. It wouldn't really matter; it's not like Jin could imagine him being out much in the time it would take for it to grow back. That done, Jin began to tug loose the remnants of his clothes. The top layer of his hanbok was easy; it practically fell off his frame from how little Ahn-Bo was fighting it. The rest… was less so. Jin hesitated awkwardly. This was not how he’d ever imagined undressing his— Bo-ah. Not that he did, often. Imagine it. But sometimes—
“Do you… need help with the rest?” Jin asked quickly, interrupting his own train of thought. His face heated to a ruddy red but his brow was still pinched in concern, softening the whole effect of his embarrassment. This evidently wasn’t the time to care about such things, but he’d leave Ahn-Bo his dignity if he wanted it. Else, Jin was not above stripping him completely and shoving him into the stream.
He tugged Ahn-Bo back down toward the river, careful of the muddy bank, and set his things on a rock. Jin didn’t even bother slipping off his shoes and pulling/rolling up whatever part of his still wet, cold attire he could manage; he was already drenched from his first crossing. He did turn towards his friend and press Bo-ah gently back against the same boulder to a seat. Then, hiking up his proverbial sleeves, he settled in to be the lucid one.
First, he gently pulled back all of Ahn-Bo’s hair into a loose knot so he could see properly. It was matted and tangled and totally unruly. Jin wondered, as he ran his fingers through it and massaged Bo-ah's scalp softly, if he preferred cutting it short or struggling with an actual brush. It wouldn't really matter; it's not like Jin could imagine him being out much in the time it would take for it to grow back. That done, Jin began to tug loose the remnants of his clothes. The top layer of his hanbok was easy; it practically fell off his frame from how little Ahn-Bo was fighting it. The rest… was less so. Jin hesitated awkwardly. This was not how he’d ever imagined undressing his— Bo-ah. Not that he did, often. Imagine it. But sometimes—
“Do you… need help with the rest?” Jin asked quickly, interrupting his own train of thought. His face heated to a ruddy red but his brow was still pinched in concern, softening the whole effect of his embarrassment. This evidently wasn’t the time to care about such things, but he’d leave Ahn-Bo his dignity if he wanted it. Else, Jin was not above stripping him completely and shoving him into the stream.
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.