[ their new home was very much a "work-in-progress" even after moved in. a lot of their belongings remain packaged in boxes written sloppily via marker both by Elizabeth and Bigby, pulled out only when necessary. there's some that will likely not see the light of day until the next extended weekend. they had gotten through the stressful stuff and it wasn't high priority, so he cared little for a few things taking up room in an otherwise spacious upgrade compared to their apartment. ]

You can always deny it, you know. Just thought it'd be rude to slip in without telling you.

[ Bigby huffs back in a defensive tone. when her appearance makes itself known in the reflection of the mirror only to comment on her preference to keep his facial hair on his skin, he simply snorts through his nose. ] It'll grow back before you know it. I know you're used to the roughness when I'm down south, but― [ he censors himself by clinking his blade against the sink again, washing the excess hair and shaving cream through the water before scraping it along his jawline again. there's no real way to not shave it off when he's done, so she'll have to deal. ]

Twenty-four hours is all it takes and I'm back to being a piece of sandpaper. If we can deal with suddenly having a backyard and our own bathroom, I think you'll manage.

[ another clink and he's done, bending forward to splash some water on his face so that he is properly cleaned up. he turns around and pats his features dry with a hand towel. she'll notice that he is shirtless with a pair of PJ's clinging low to his hips, not shy in the slightest about presenting himself to his beloved. ]

C'mere and feel. I bet you'll appreciate how smooth it is.