====February 6, 2014
====Reilan, Thierry
==== An unusually pleasant conversation about mothers and rules.

Who Reilan, Thierry
What An unusually pleasant conversation about mothers and rules.
When There are 0 turns, 0 months and 9 days until the 12th pass.
Where Public Baths, Igen Weyr


Public Baths
Stout walls have been erected around several naturally formed pools, serving to provide a semblance of privacy and protection from the harsh wind and sand. Above the pools, well cleaned walkways criss-cross beneath tiled arches and descend with a stairway or two leading down to each pool to provide one means of slip-free access through the area. Surrounding the pools there are benches, receptacles to put used clothing and towels in, and areas to get sweetsand and towels from - if you didn't bring your own.

Honestly, everything tends to get covered in a layer of dust around here. It happens naturally. It can't be helped. But the baths then provide a definite sense of relief, at least to some. Or at least to Reilan. While there's not a lot that can be done for the clothes that bear the brunt of the sand that blows about on a regular basis, at least he can get the rest of himself cleaned up. With his clothing discarded for the time being, the teen has sunk himself into the comfortable temperature of the water provided, already busily scrubbing the grime of the day away.

Even dust-dwellers like Thierry like to be clean… at least once in a while, anyway. The scruffy street'snake is on his own for once, though not for long as he spies Reilan. The newest initiate into his gang of boys is squinted at; Thi runs his fingers through his sweat-greasy locks to brush them back from his dark eyes, all the better to scowl at Reilan as he strips off. Naked as the day he was born, he grabs borrowed soapsand and a towel, then slips into the pool a few feet from Reilan. Without a word he begins scrubbing himself down.

Reilan does notice Thierry. The older boy is a fairly obvious presence despite his silence! There's a smile though, even as he rubs the soapsand on the back of his neck. "Good to know you take a bath…what? Monthly?" Afraid to snark at Thierry? Not at all!

"Every other turn," Thierry replies with a sarcastic smile. He's in a lighter mood than usual, if he's able to come up with almost playful retorts like that! The youth splashes water up around his stubble-dusted jaw and face, then lathers up soapsand to start scrubbing away at his cheeks. "We're not all as pristine as you, primrose."

Reilan just laughs at that, nodding. "Smells about right." He sinks down a bit though, finally soaking his hair into the water just a bit. The few little braids he has remain intact, but the rest starts to get as thorough a scrubbing as he can manage. He doesn't seem to be bothered though by the comment, shrugging with a faint curve upward of his lips. "One of the few things my mother was quite adamant about. Cleanliness."

Thierry just snorts in response to that. Mothers' values hold no weight for him. "Women say stupid things like that." He lathers up the rest of his face, ducking underwater to rinse it all away when he happy with his level of cleanliness. His attentions to his own hair aren't quite as thorough as Reilan's, but he at least has a go at scrubbing some soapsand through the dark locks that are water-plastered to his skull. "What d'you care what she says? You're your own man." Man being the vital word there.

Reilan tilts his head back again in the water a moment, allowing some suds to wash away. He makes a soft tsking noise though, shrugging once he sits back up again to look at Thierry. "Mothers and women are slightly different breeds, I think. And it isn't a worthless lesson. I would much rather smell clean than reek of the filth in the gutters." It might even help to give the impression that he's from anywhere /but/ there.

"They've all got the same between their legs, and in their heads," Thierry says dismissively. "Growing tits ruins their brains." As for smelling clean? Pft. That's about all Thierry can say to that… at least while he's concentrating on scrubbing more soapsand into his hair. Once he's done though, and he's wearing a sudsy crown? He'll happily continue his berating. "No good's ever come from a woman's mouth, 'cept when they're /down there/." He nods to somewhere - take a guess where! - beneath the water.

Reilan does laugh at that, but shrugs. "Would you like them more if they didn't have them, though?" He gives himself another rinsing though, before moving past Thierry and out of the water to fetch his towel. "Most aren't worth their trouble, I'll grant you that. But I do love my mother." And therefore she is special and above such low thoughts! He plucks up the towel though, beginning the process of drying out as best he can.

"Psh." He loves his mummy. Thierry rolls his eyes as he splashes water at Reilan. "Don't you say that in front of the boys," he warns with a frown. "Mothers're for keeping safe from the other lads, and that's it. You don't go saying you love them," he says the last three words in a fake, girly tone, "and expect to keep that pretty face intact. Got it?"

"That's flattering, Thierry. Truly." Rei looks over his shoulder a moment, smirking slightly at the older boy. "Let me worry about my own face. If they want to say anything about it, I can remind them as well that my father taught me plenty." He works then at getting dressed, slowly settling into the layers of garb typical of him. "Though you /do/ seem to have some fairly wishy washy rules going on about that.. Don't steal from the boys, don't touch the boys… But oh, watch that they don't damage my face?" His hair still damp, he doesn't bother with the scarf to wrap around his head. "You might want to look into that.." Fingers wave, but the teen heads out of the area again, disappearing off….elsewhere.

"My rules work!" Because he makes them up on the fly and forgets them the next day, of course! Thierry flicks water after Reilan, knowing that it's not even going to get /close/ to touching the departing teen, but… well, just because he /can/. Left on his own, he sinks down into the water to enjoy a rare moment of peace.

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