( It has probably become one with his scalp and if he tried to remove it … that's. Incredibly gross and no one needs to think about that. So. Moving on. ) It might have been a decent idea to get out of that room and let him stretch out a bit more than he has been the past few hours, despite not feeling anything like soreness that would have surely settled in by now were he still possessed of human limbs, and as much as he does inherently appreciate the time the other spends with him ( despite the room itself now more closely resembling a sauna than a dorm ) he's well aware that it can't be comfortable. In small fits and bursts, maybe it's tolerable, but. To human beings that still possess the ability to sweat, uncomfortable might not even begin to cover it.
… And now, thanks to certain turns of phrase ( mansnake being one of them, sheesh ) he's attempting to picture fitting the whole of his snakeperson into the tub — or even stretching out in the shower, even if that does sound infinitely more comfortable. It yields a thoughtful sound that gets lost somewhere along the curve of his mouth as he soaks in the scant bit of relief those scratching fingers bring. "I don't … actually think I'd fit," he ends up laughing, chuckling, really. He takes a moment to slit both eyes back open and see his gaze trailing over the length of the latter half of his new body, so much more than the length his legs had allowed. With his tail, he might be closer to nine, maybe ten feet and that is definitely a lot to take in, a lot to think about, and the idea of trying to fit all of that in the tub seems like a hell of a lot more trouble than it's worth.
Idly, he pulls himself back up into more of a sitting position, rolling his shoulders in a bit of a shrug and stretching out some of the muscles in his lower back, around the point at which his tail actually begins. "If you're expecting to see me suddenly lifting a barbell with the end of my tail." He doesn't finish that, because he feels like he shouldn't have to with the way his eyes narrow, his brow furrowing enough that a wrinkle forms between them. ( Because Shinji is just a little bit ridiculous, and he wouldn't have been at all surprised to hear something like that come out of his mouth. )
Ah, but there's that little smile again. "You can just say it's too hot in here for you, you know." One of those furrowed brows quirks as he reaches through the distance between them and playfully ( teasingly-roughly ) tousles sweat-damp hair. "But if that means you want to come with …"
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… And now, thanks to certain turns of phrase ( mansnake being one of them, sheesh ) he's attempting to picture fitting the whole of his snakeperson into the tub — or even stretching out in the shower, even if that does sound infinitely more comfortable. It yields a thoughtful sound that gets lost somewhere along the curve of his mouth as he soaks in the scant bit of relief those scratching fingers bring. "I don't … actually think I'd fit," he ends up laughing, chuckling, really. He takes a moment to slit both eyes back open and see his gaze trailing over the length of the latter half of his new body, so much more than the length his legs had allowed. With his tail, he might be closer to nine, maybe ten feet and that is definitely a lot to take in, a lot to think about, and the idea of trying to fit all of that in the tub seems like a hell of a lot more trouble than it's worth.
Idly, he pulls himself back up into more of a sitting position, rolling his shoulders in a bit of a shrug and stretching out some of the muscles in his lower back, around the point at which his tail actually begins. "If you're expecting to see me suddenly lifting a barbell with the end of my tail." He doesn't finish that, because he feels like he shouldn't have to with the way his eyes narrow, his brow furrowing enough that a wrinkle forms between them. ( Because Shinji is just a little bit ridiculous, and he wouldn't have been at all surprised to hear something like that come out of his mouth. )
Ah, but there's that little smile again. "You can just say it's too hot in here for you, you know." One of those furrowed brows quirks as he reaches through the distance between them and playfully ( teasingly-roughly ) tousles sweat-damp hair. "But if that means you want to come with …"