Seymour inhaled greedily as he stepped into the lavatory. Perhaps not the best idea in most establishments, but Bevelle kept its courtrooms stuffy and its bathrooms pristine.
Truth be told however, the worst thing about the chamber was not the ventilation. He had just spent nearly an hour trying to discuss Operation Mi'ihen with a close-minded Ronso while a sarcastic blob twittered endlessly in his ear.
Though, it was relief enough just to be in silence, he stepped over to the urinal and untied his obi. He had nearly finished when it happened: the sash slipped from his fingers. The great swathe of fabric fell in slow motion.
"Fuck," he muttered, grabbing at the cloth. But it was too late. The damage was done. There was now a small - but noticable - wet patch on the fabric.
He bit his lip in frustration before glancing behind him, just to make sure there was no one else to see him. For several minutes he simply stood there, entirely unsure of what he should do. Realizing that the other Maesters would expect him to have returned by now, he moved over to the sink.
Turning the tap on, he held the sash under the stream, washing the garment thoroughly. Once he had withdrawn it, he was left with a cleaner, wetter item. He stared numbly at the sodden fabric, silently cursing his stupidity. Beginning to panic, he decided he would have to dry it.
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The courtroom doors swung open and Maester Seymour entered, one hand clutching the front of his robes. He returned to his place next to Kinoc and sat down.
"What took you so long? Number two?" Kinoc drawled.
Seymour turned slowly to meet the man's gaze, trying to think of some clever way he could explain what happened without being embarrassed.
"Yes," he said, his gaze unwavering.
"Where's your belt thing?" He leaned over to get a better look.
"Hey Mika, it's happening again, just like the shirt! This time he forgot his belt."
Mika was apparently uninterested - or otherwise engaged in conversation with Kelk. Offering a rather supercilious smirk, Kinoc only shrugged. "Well, I'm going to the toilet." Letting a chuckle rumble out of his belly, he rose and made his way. "Thankfully, I have no belt to leave."
"Perhaps you'll forget your way back, then. We can only hope," Seymour called after him, leaning back into his chair.
After a few minutes, Kinoc came waddling back into the room, burnt obi tied to his head.
"I found this fancy bow in the bathroom. Do you think it suits me?" Placing a hand on his hip, he laughed deeply. "How did you burn this, Seymour?"
Seymour stared.
For a long, long time.
Until a slow, and awful, smirk split his face.
Kinoc had his burnt piss on his head.
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