"Helloooo, Carmilla?" Laura tries a tentative knock on the bathroom door. No reply. She tries again, more firm this time. Still no reply.
Has she really left the shower on. Like c'mon. Seriously. Did she even use it. Does she even know how to use it.
With a sharp huff she opens the door, only to barrell back and fall over herself in an attempt to re-exit.
"What the hell Laura, has your little puff pastry brain failed to learn the custom of knocking?"
There's a rustling and slaming of the shower door before a disheveled, and furious, Carmilla enters the room. Wrapped in her towel, she halts infront of Laura and sneers.
"Seriously cupcake, if you wanted a peek that bad you could have just asked, I'dgive you the whole show for free."
Laura, still sprawled on the floor, scrunches her face and waves her hand in the general direction of the brunette. Trying particularly hard to look at anything but the brunette.
"There is a lock on the bathroom door and you were asleep in there. I mean, what do you think a showers main purpose is for, exactly?" Carmilla takes a step forward before kneeling, levelling her gaze to Laura's. A strange smirk slides onto her face. "Because, yeah, I can tell you, without question, or doubt, that is not somewhere to nap, ok. And, a-and, yeah I did, uh, knock actually." Laura slides herself back on the floor a little to try and get her composure back. "I knocked twice actually. So yeah, there. The knocking custom is, in, my uh, struedel brain okay. You however need to learn, like, showering customs." She gives a definitive nod with her last word and finally forces herself to meet Carmilla's eyes. Instantly regretting the decision.
"Oh, then please, accept my most humble of apologies." Carmilla stands and offers her hand to Laura, who reluctantly takes it. Carmilla pulls her up with ridiculous speed, so much so that Laura loses her balance and falls into a grinnng Carmilla's arms. "But please, teach me these showering customs I so desperately need."
Laura can smell the various shampoo's and body washes that Carmilla has used, that, of course, are Laura's.
They smell so much better on her though...
Laura quickly slides her arms out of Carmilla's grip and takes a few steps back.
"Google it. And don't make this "Let's trap Laura the mouse" game a regular thing, ok? You're starting to freak me out a little." Laura couldn't help the noticable sting that Carmilla received with those words. Her smirk gone, now replaced by a hard straight line. "Just, I'll uh, I'll go do something, you can uh, yeah, you get dressed."
There's a moment of prolongued eye contact and Laura can't help but feel like she's just caught a Carmilla mouse herself. Her usual piercing onyx orbs now skittish and wounded. It's only a moment, however. Carmilla rolls her eyes and throws an exasperated gesture towards the door.
"Get out then, Princess, your strange aversion to the female form leads me to blame your lone father upbringing." Carmilla hopes she's hit a nerve and with Laura's furrowing of brows and screwing up of lips Carmilla knows she's hit the mark. The blonde turns on her heel and leaves with a slam of the door. Carmilla collapses onto her bed before pulling the covers over herself and her head.
What am I doing. If this is my normal she's going to figure me out a lot sooner than I'd like.