Although the showers were mostly empty when Mello's nurse motioned him through the door, the air had already left a film of condensation on the blue and white tiles under his feet. He stood to the side of an empty showerhead while he waited for the water to warm, and a few seconds later, he was drenched.
These showers were completely pointless. Every morning he woke scrubbed clean of whatever blood and filth the night had painted on him, and a subtle but nauseatingly antiseptic scent clung to his skin and hair. Mello had held a distant hope that the shower might wash it away, but when he picked up the bar of soap he was greeted with a stronger whiff of the same odor. Everything in this place was so sterile and so disgusting.
First: establish new connections and reinforce existing ones. The shower wasn't conducive to conversation, but if he finished quickly, he'd be permitted to go back to the Sun Room.
Mello's most recent conversation had taken some of the edge from his fury, but the anger was far from dormant. Near had to have known about Mello and Artemis' dislike for each other before he engaged the boy in conversation. He didn't rely on coincidence, especially not in the early stages of something like this. There must have been something on the bulletin, something clue that Mello had let slip because he'd been lazy and complacent.
Not anymore.
Mello washed the remainder of the soap from his arms and gave the knob a violent twist, causing the pipe to creak in protest. If he'd been stronger, something might have broken. He'd need to work on that too.
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These showers were completely pointless. Every morning he woke scrubbed clean of whatever blood and filth the night had painted on him, and a subtle but nauseatingly antiseptic scent clung to his skin and hair. Mello had held a distant hope that the shower might wash it away, but when he picked up the bar of soap he was greeted with a stronger whiff of the same odor. Everything in this place was so sterile and so disgusting.
First: establish new connections and reinforce existing ones. The shower wasn't conducive to conversation, but if he finished quickly, he'd be permitted to go back to the Sun Room.
Mello's most recent conversation had taken some of the edge from his fury, but the anger was far from dormant. Near had to have known about Mello and Artemis' dislike for each other before he engaged the boy in conversation. He didn't rely on coincidence, especially not in the early stages of something like this. There must have been something on the bulletin, something clue that Mello had let slip because he'd been lazy and complacent.
Not anymore.
Mello washed the remainder of the soap from his arms and gave the knob a violent twist, causing the pipe to creak in protest. If he'd been stronger, something might have broken. He'd need to work on that too.
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