She was so focused on hearing what was going on that she didn't register that she was completely dampening the sounds of her activities until the flush was silent too, the water flowing with greater determination and harmony and managing barely a quiet hiss.
Feferi filed the information as something to study more later and then adjusted her attire, wincing as she disturbed her various scrapes and swept out of the toilet stall as regally as possible.
She considered the sizeable number of people sardined into the very small room and decided that there was nothing to be gained by being shy. Fef nodded to Nepeta in acknowledgement and greeting before bumping her well-rounded hip against Equius'... well closer to his knee than his hip but the message was clear as she edged him bodily away from the sink so she could wash her hands.
Fef pretended not to be listening in on Equius and Nepeta as she cleaned the dirt out from under her nails and checked her hair and face in the mirror. She tried to surreptitiously check out her abraded elbow but grimaced at the rawness of the wound and decided to leave it alone for now and go see a doctor later.
Feferi turned the sink off and considered, her hands dripping as she pursed her lips, glancing around for a towel or an air dryer distractedly. She eyed Equius' shirt as the nearest piece of fabric but on second glance it did not qualify as clean or dry enough to wipe her hands on... or touch... She gave a delicate shudder and took a big step back from where Equius was waffling about shoving past the diminutive Nepeta.
Her chin went up unconsciously as she surveyed the scene and Equius' heavy nosebleed, narrowing her eyes slightly as she regarded Nepeta's hostile stance and debating intervening. Her hands settled on her hips as she waited to see if she should launch herself forward as Equius' defense or join Nep's line. Their dream-friendship tended to sway her toward Nepeta but the blood was a definite tick in Eq's favor. For now Feferi would bide her time.
It's a royal flush
Feferi filed the information as something to study more later and then adjusted her attire, wincing as she disturbed her various scrapes and swept out of the toilet stall as regally as possible.
She considered the sizeable number of people sardined into the very small room and decided that there was nothing to be gained by being shy. Fef nodded to Nepeta in acknowledgement and greeting before bumping her well-rounded hip against Equius'... well closer to his knee than his hip but the message was clear as she edged him bodily away from the sink so she could wash her hands.
Fef pretended not to be listening in on Equius and Nepeta as she cleaned the dirt out from under her nails and checked her hair and face in the mirror. She tried to surreptitiously check out her abraded elbow but grimaced at the rawness of the wound and decided to leave it alone for now and go see a doctor later.
Feferi turned the sink off and considered, her hands dripping as she pursed her lips, glancing around for a towel or an air dryer distractedly. She eyed Equius' shirt as the nearest piece of fabric but on second glance it did not qualify as clean or dry enough to wipe her hands on... or touch... She gave a delicate shudder and took a big step back from where Equius was waffling about shoving past the diminutive Nepeta.
Her chin went up unconsciously as she surveyed the scene and Equius' heavy nosebleed, narrowing her eyes slightly as she regarded Nepeta's hostile stance and debating intervening. Her hands settled on her hips as she waited to see if she should launch herself forward as Equius' defense or join Nep's line. Their dream-friendship tended to sway her toward Nepeta but the blood was a definite tick in Eq's favor. For now Feferi would bide her time.