[ It's not like Thancred can blame Urianger too much for his prudishness, not when he takes even a moment to think back on what life in Old Sharlyan had been like. Buttoned up to the point of absurdity, with the members of the Forum and even some of the professors at the Studium requiring a level of propriety and conservatism that had been stifling, to say the least.
Some of Urianger's behavior could also simply be attributed to his personality, but he's made great strides in coming out of his shell.
With that in mind, Thancred's looking forward to a relaxed evening soaking in the baths with a good friend, only for this disaster to strike. The fact that he avoided slipping onto the floor, which would have surely resulted in him landing with his legs spread open and his privates on full display for everyone to see ("everyone" being Urianger in this case), is a small blessing. Now he simply has to hope he didn't pull a muscle or tweak his back in avoiding that outcome. With his towel having traitorously fallen to the floor, there's little to protect him.
(Or so he thought.)
The splash from the bath is what registers next, followed by a brush of something soft between his legs. When Thancred realizes that a small, furry rodent — a nutkin, in fact — has managed to cling to him at just the right time, yet again, he truly does believe for a moment that this must be a shockingly vivid dream. ]
How—
[ But never let it be said that Thancred wasn't gifted with good reflexes and reaction time, and he pitches forward to snatch up the towel once more. As soon as he moves to wrap himself up again, the nutkin leaps off him onto the floor and then stares up at him with shining black eyes, chittering loudly. ]
No need to get cheeky. [ But his towel is back where it should be. Wait, Urianger — he'll need to check that he hasn't drowned. ] Are you all right over there? [ Thancred starts toward the baths, taking care to watch his footing this time. Oddly enough, the little nutkin scurries after him, as if waiting for a reward for its timely assistance. ]
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Some of Urianger's behavior could also simply be attributed to his personality, but he's made great strides in coming out of his shell.
With that in mind, Thancred's looking forward to a relaxed evening soaking in the baths with a good friend, only for this disaster to strike. The fact that he avoided slipping onto the floor, which would have surely resulted in him landing with his legs spread open and his privates on full display for everyone to see ("everyone" being Urianger in this case), is a small blessing. Now he simply has to hope he didn't pull a muscle or tweak his back in avoiding that outcome. With his towel having traitorously fallen to the floor, there's little to protect him.
(Or so he thought.)
The splash from the bath is what registers next, followed by a brush of something soft between his legs. When Thancred realizes that a small, furry rodent — a nutkin, in fact — has managed to cling to him at just the right time, yet again, he truly does believe for a moment that this must be a shockingly vivid dream. ]
How—
[ But never let it be said that Thancred wasn't gifted with good reflexes and reaction time, and he pitches forward to snatch up the towel once more. As soon as he moves to wrap himself up again, the nutkin leaps off him onto the floor and then stares up at him with shining black eyes, chittering loudly. ]
No need to get cheeky. [ But his towel is back where it should be. Wait, Urianger — he'll need to check that he hasn't drowned. ] Are you all right over there? [ Thancred starts toward the baths, taking care to watch his footing this time. Oddly enough, the little nutkin scurries after him, as if waiting for a reward for its timely assistance. ]