“Oh just a few hairs, that’s about it! Anything else can be dealt with by a good bath.” Jack insists before helping her onto his beanbag. “Now wait here, I’ll go get my ‘mecahnical pizza cutter’.” he says before heading out of the room.
“Jack~” She groans after him, slightly embarrassed, hand on her forehead as a laugh escapes her. “You didn’t have to actually say it out loud!”
But she waits patiently for him to return, lifting her dress up to her thighs so he could have clear access to the casts.
Jack returns with the device, and makes a quick stop in the bathroom to grab a bucket and fills it with water, and a sponge. He settles besides her on the floor, holding up a sponge. “To wet the casts, making it easier to remove. I, er. I know from experience…” he begins to wet one of the casts.
Jack Maple 