[ there were reasons beyond the obvious when she decided on this particular gift: a good, classic shaving kit that at the time she suspected would never see use. but seated now, watching his place in the process, she could almost smile to see one of the other reasons come to fruition. the ritual of it all, meticulous and careful. and if she feels smug now then it's got nothing to do with besting him and everything to do with knowing him.
but what's smug doesn't reach her expression. that, at least, remains halfway stern as she eyes the bathroom mirror from an oblique angle. it won't do, will it? she crosses her legs and leans one palm on the tub's edge while she takes another drink. ]
Of course. [ peggy doesn't disagree. while she might have gone out of her way to achieve as much of her toilette as possible without relying on her reflection, she's forced to recognize that what rip's doing just now isn't something he does daily. there's no percentage to be found in picking this fight because he's right. and she wants to see him clean-shaven, not hacked to pieces.
a thought occurs to her. ]
Only -- [ she glances from the profile of his face to his sightline in the mirror ] -- what if you took a different risk instead?
[ peggy leaves her whiskey on the tub. although she'd just sat down, she rises to her feet once more. her boots are still on, she realizes, and she suddenly feels a little apologetic for that fact. but it doesn't change the confidence with which she holds out her empty hand, waiting to see if he would relinquish the brush once he recognized her suggestion. ]
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but what's smug doesn't reach her expression. that, at least, remains halfway stern as she eyes the bathroom mirror from an oblique angle. it won't do, will it? she crosses her legs and leans one palm on the tub's edge while she takes another drink. ]
Of course. [ peggy doesn't disagree. while she might have gone out of her way to achieve as much of her toilette as possible without relying on her reflection, she's forced to recognize that what rip's doing just now isn't something he does daily. there's no percentage to be found in picking this fight because he's right. and she wants to see him clean-shaven, not hacked to pieces.
a thought occurs to her. ]
Only -- [ she glances from the profile of his face to his sightline in the mirror ] -- what if you took a different risk instead?
[ peggy leaves her whiskey on the tub. although she'd just sat down, she rises to her feet once more. her boots are still on, she realizes, and she suddenly feels a little apologetic for that fact. but it doesn't change the confidence with which she holds out her empty hand, waiting to see if he would relinquish the brush once he recognized her suggestion. ]