[littl3chocobo]

nodding he took the bar though he could not help but smell it first. it was good tallow soap and grinning he rubbed it along his jaw, adding a little water as he went until it was slathered well enough and turned so he could removed his shirt without risking the bucket perched on the edge of the stool under the glass mirror nailed to the porch column. "you are a good man brady, i am quite grateful for this"