Room 418, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

All Cara had wanted was a nice hot shower with the water turned up full bore. So naturally, today was the day the shower had decided to start pelting her with colourful pebbles instead.

And of course the taps had suffered the same affliction when she gave up on the shower and tried to fill the washbasin instead.

Luckily, (though by this point it was debatable whether that luck was good or bad) she was still in the habit of keeping a pitcher of water by the basin. So she could at least sponge herself with that, even if the water could only be called tepid if she were in a generous mood.

It should really go without saying that by now she wasn't exactly in one.

[ooc: open if you'd have a reason to be in Cara's bathroom at this hour]

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Clark wasn't so much in Cara's bathroom as padding around in her room and feeling kind of gleeful because he'd discovered wrapped chocolate eggs where Cara had been and they tasted awesome!

So he was calling into the bathroom. "Hey, did you see there's chocolate out here?" Because he had no sense of self-preservation, the idiot.

[wrongkindofsith]

"I wasn't looking for any." Luckily for Clark, Cara had just realised that even if he didn't have a sense of self-preservation, he did have something currently more useful to her. "Could you come in here a moment?"

She mightn't be able to have a shower, but she could at least have hot water dammit.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark was already half dressed by now and wondered if that had been stupid as he wandered into the bathroom. "Need some help? What's with the spongebath?"

[wrongkindofsith]

In any case, it was a mistake very easily fixed. "The taps are broken," Cara explained, gesturing to the pebbles scattered across the shower floor. "And the water's cold." Her tone was remarkably petulant for someone who'd previously bathed in ice-cold streams without complaint.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Oh wow, that's...a lot of jelly beans," he said, moving in to have a look at her water. "I take it you'd prefer if the water was heated, huh?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Poor Clark, wanted only for his heat vision.

"If you didn't mind." Cara went to smooth a hand along his arm. "I'd be very grateful."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Oh, Clark knew why he was was kept around, but he was more than willing to do what he could to bring about a better mood in Cara. "Sure thing," he said, picking up the pitcher and focusing his eyes on the water within. A beam of red shot from his eyes until the water started steaming with heat and then Clark turned it off and grinned at her. "How's that?"

Ah, alien pride.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara returned the grin, leaning in to kiss his shoulder. "Perfect. Though now there's too much water for just me."

It wasn't that Cara was incapable of subtlety, she just didn't care about it most of the time.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark laughed, "You're really very subtle when you want something, you know."

[wrongkindofsith]

It was a gift. "Well if you don't want to join me, I could always ask Bruce," Cara teased.