[ Peeking. Tifa, please. Royce is relatively efficient about cleaning himself off. The water is warm, though, and he finds himself enjoying it more than he's willing to admit. It wears him down and out, and by the time he thinks he's cleaned most of the blood off (he can only tell by the fact that the water is clear after a while) he's finding it hard to move.
But at least his hair is nice. He hadn't really ever used shampoo before being here.
He steps out of the shower, pulling the towel to quickly rub at his hair, and then wrap it around his waist. Everything he owns now is bloodstained. He's not sure he has much else of a choice on replacement clothes. ]
Keep losing sweaters. [ Royce remarks, eyeing the ruined neon blue on on the floor. ]
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But at least his hair is nice. He hadn't really ever used shampoo before being here.
He steps out of the shower, pulling the towel to quickly rub at his hair, and then wrap it around his waist. Everything he owns now is bloodstained. He's not sure he has much else of a choice on replacement clothes. ]
Keep losing sweaters. [ Royce remarks, eyeing the ruined neon blue on on the floor. ]