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damned_institute2012-03-12 12:48 am
forsworn) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-12 12:48 am
Day 62: Men's Showers (4th Shift)
This whole day had been quiet so far, and Kratos rather liked it that way. Aside from a mandatory therapy session, he had not been forced into talking with someone he didn't know under the pretense of making friends, nor had he been conversely accosted. There was still a report that he needed to give, if Sora would actually be around the next day for him to give it, but that was different. Reports and things of a more business-like nature agreed with him where small talk did not.
He was the first one into the showers for perhaps the first time, which meant that the often sought-after corner shower was now his for the taking. Kratos had no problem with communal showers, thanks to his time in the military, but the corner shower had this aura about it, this sort of vibe that clearly stated, "Do not bother me"--exactly what he was looking for, on a day where he'd enjoyed mostly peace and quiet.
Turning the water on, he waited for a few seconds under the spray to thoroughly soak his hair before reaching for the shampoo.
[OLD MAN CLUB MEETING NOW IN SESSION]
He was the first one into the showers for perhaps the first time, which meant that the often sought-after corner shower was now his for the taking. Kratos had no problem with communal showers, thanks to his time in the military, but the corner shower had this aura about it, this sort of vibe that clearly stated, "Do not bother me"--exactly what he was looking for, on a day where he'd enjoyed mostly peace and quiet.
Turning the water on, he waited for a few seconds under the spray to thoroughly soak his hair before reaching for the shampoo.
[OLD MAN CLUB MEETING NOW IN SESSION]
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"Huh?" Gumshoe looked up when he heard a familiar voice say his name, but he wasn't fully paying attention until he saw who it was. "Oh, hey, Pops!" He shut the locker door in front of him and draped his towel around his neck. He'd seen a few of Detective Badd's scars before, but it was hard to tell which ones (if any) were new. He thought he'd be able to tell a bullet scar from a monster bite, though.
His face softened. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the old man already knew things about the Institute that Gumshoe didn't. "What are you up to these days, sir?"