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Rye is up before the sun is, a dull pain residing in her lower back. Letting a quiet pain-filled moan pass her lips, she shifts her hips back and forth, hoping for the pain to disappear. Unfortunately, it doesn't. Shifting once more, she carefully moves Cook off her chest, giving her enough space to get up and off the bed, trembling when the cold air hits her bare legs. Once she stands up, she stretches her back every way she knows, finally feeling relief when a loud pop and crackle echoes in the room. Pulling in a sharp breath between her teeth, she exhales slowly, her senses gradually awakening.

The door wails loudly as she opens it, peeking out into the long and dark hallway. Looking to the right, she eyes the single bathroom at the end of the hall, wondering if she should take a bath now or wait. Looking over the shoulder, she eyes the horizon through her window, seeing sky become a bit lighter. With that in mind, she walks back inside the apartment and towards her dresser. Opening the middle drawer, she grabs the two towels and the bar of soap collecting dust before shutting it with a quiet thud. Placing the towels on her shoulder and the bar in the pocket of her pants, she kneels in front of the bed, moving to wake up Cook.

Before she does though, she admires his curls perfectly framing his sharp features, and how angelic he looks when he sleeps. A sharp breath escapes her, her heart feeling as if it's being strangled by a noose. She pulls in a shaky breath before exhaling even sharper than the last, finding it hard to look at her brother right now. Feeling her eyes becoming glossy, she wipes them roughly, sniffling a few times before shaking all of her dreadful thoughts away, ignoring the ones that still linger.

"Cookie," she whispers, shaking him gently. He responds with a high-pitched whine, pulling the thin blanket over him more. It makes her laugh quietly, but she continues anyhow. "We need to take a bath. We stink," she giggles, shaking the boy a bit rougher. His eyes open the slightest bit, his tongue coming out to wet his dry lips. Blinking a few times, his eyes gradually open some more, but the tired look is still prominent on his face. "Get up for me, will ya?" She gives a honeyed smile, waiting for his response. She isn't given a verbal one, the boy instead slowly sitting up. Rybbon has to bite back a laugh, finding his bedhead ever so amusing. Pushing herself off her knee, she waits for Cook to get out a bed, who nearly falls while doing so. Nevertheless, he gets up and starts walking towards the bathroom, Rye following after she locked the door to their room.

Shutting the door to the bathroom, Rye gives the room a quick once over, happy that whoever used it last cleaned their mess before leaving. In the center of the room was a metal bathtub. It was said that it used to be a shiny silver. However, time seemed to have gotten the best of it, as it's turned a dull brown color with only hints of silver in the minute creases of the metal. To the right sits a wooden stool, one that seems to be at the end of its road. To the left is the sink and the toilet, neither looking as if they have been treated very well. Just simply looking at the toilet makes Rybbon shudder.

"Get undressed while I start up the bath," she orders, dropping the towels beside the tub. Grabbing the stool, she sits beside the metal tub and turns the faucet, forcing water to come from its spout. Placing her hand beneath it, she shudders quietly, the cold water freezing her fingers. Waiting some time though, the water gradually becomes warm, making a soft smile form on her lips. She plugs up the bottom of the tub, allowing it to fill up. While it does so, she takes off the thin jacket and pants she wore to bed, leaving her in only a tank top and underwear.

"Get in," she orders once more, turning the water off. She sits back on the wooden stool, looking up at the ceiling. When she hears the soft splash of the water and a shaky breath from Cook, she brings her head down, looking at the boy. Grabbing her pants, she digs in its pockets to grab the soap before tossing them aside. She hands it to the young boy before turning her attention elsewhere, placing her arms on the edge of the tub while doing so.