<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169412.msg7985990#msg7985990">Quote from: Stella Maris on 02-04-2013, 03:49:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She nodded at the exchange of pleasantries, then grinned. <strong>"Architect, huh? And construction? So, how long before the memes about you being good with your hands start cropping up?"</strong><br/><br/>She motioned for him to move forward. <strong>"Scootch up, you. Can't reach your back if you're leaning it against the tub, now, can I?"</strong> She slipped around to the back, body sponge and soap in hand, waiting for him to move so she could slip in behind him.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Loose-limbed, Carter scrunched up to one end of the tub, gripping the edge of the porcelain.<br/><br/>"Normally I'm good with my hands. Neat, precise, strong. Right now I feel like cooked spaghetti. Thanks for replacing my spaghetti hands. 'preciate it." Holding out a hand horizontal, Carter could see it trembled faintly. "I take you and Mr Embarrassed over there know each other?"