Day 55: Male Showers

[lighthearted]

The conversation that Sora had had with Sam had definitely made all of the cleaning far more bearable. It wasn't even that they had talked about anything that groundbreaking, but the man had been kind to him and it had given him something else to focus on. All in all, being forced to clean hadn't been as bad as he'd expected.

And now that it was over, it sounded like it was time to go to the showers. That was for the best, seeing how cleaning actually ended up making you kind of dirty.

More than that, Sora was lucky enough to be one of the first people who was led into the showers. He considered asking the soldier who was escorting him about the pins for his hat, but in the end it made more sense to wait until he was getting dressed again.

Changing out of his clothes, new as they were, wasn't a problem; his own outfit that he wore back home was far more complicated, after all, and so he had the buttons undone and the belt removed in seconds.

After that, Sora quickly moved toward the back of the shower area, turned on the water, waited for it to heat up, and then stepped under the spray. He'd learned some time ago that trying to talk in the showers usually didn't work so well; all the running water was too loud and he was too awkward, even if he'd gotten much better about it over time.

It was still better to just get it over with and then head out into the Sun Room, and so once he was decently clean he turned off the water and headed out to get changed again.

[To here.]

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Even if Roxas wasn't happy about this whole soldier thing, meeting Claire had lifted his mood a little. It always made him feel weird that there were such nice people here sometimes - like Goku and her. Even if Goku had seemed really weird (and that was in comparison to all the people Roxas had seen on other worlds) he hadn't hesitated in helping Roxas find Neku. The other two people they had met seemed nice too, but they hadn't really had more than a few moments to talk and stare bewildered at each other before the darkness sucked him up and threw him back into bed.

For once, the Nobody was actually glad to have a shower shift scheduled that day. His body had recovered even better from the night with Ruby, but it still had a few achy joints, mostly around his shoulders. Now that his hat fit better and sat on his hair more solidly (Claire's bigger hat had better balance on his spikes) he didn't have to worry about following the soldier with his normal gait. He undressed near the wall and tossed his things in a unceremonious pile before stepping under the faucet. Luckily he'd had a nurse long enough to figure out how everything worked for himself, so he didn't need to ask for help. The warm water felt really good on his bruises, so he took his time with standing under the stream.

With his blond hair flat and mostly hanging in his face - which he attempted to blow out of the way with a puff of breath from his mouth - Roxas ran a towel through the mess of dripping locks and the rest of him, then started piling back into the uniform.

That took a little longer than getting out of it, since there apparently was a specific way to wear it and he did need help with that.