Dayshift 34: Men's Showers

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Albel had wasted an entire night, but he couldn't quite figure out how he had actually wasted it. He had left his room early, didn't stand around doing nothing and no pathetic worm had dragged him down. Finding Fayt's room and smack the foolish maggot against the nearest wall shouldn't have taken a full night, but yet he found himself back in his bed before he even had so much as located the right door.

What the hell?!

But he didn't have much time to think about it, as one of the wenches instantly stepped into his room as soon he sat up. Had she had been waiting behind the door or something? He ignored her useless babble along the way to the showers. Apparently, he had slept through most of the day. Perhaps the lack of sleep was taking it's toll, though the warrior wouldn't even think about admitting that thought. And who cared about it anyway? The days were useless!

By the looks of things, Albel was the first one to arrive. Not that he cared. After stripping himself of his clothing he stepped inside the shower area and picked a stall by random. It took some fiddling with the knobs before the water temperature was good enough, but he eventually let the water wash over his body.

[Free!]

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Light had been at the institute for ten days now. During those ten days, he had made a very pointed effort not to mention either Kira or his own involvement in the case with anyone other than L and, in an entirely different context, Misa. The reasons behind this were fairly straightforward, at least in his mind, and since as far as he could tell L had shared this policy, he hadn't thought that it would become an issue for a very long time.

He'd been wrong. So. Very. Wrong.

Of course, he had expected that Matsuda, the fool, would be all too happy to discuss Kira in a public forum once he arrived, but for him to have not been the one to broach the subject-- that was unexpected. Alarming, too, when the instigator was making so little effort to be discreet about his-- or her, considering one of the posts he'd seen, but he wasn't about to trust it-- views. Didn't he (or she) have any sense at all? Even if he or she had come from a point in time in which being so vocal in his support was accepted, Light would have preferred gaining a supporter that was somewhat more discreet. He also would have preferred one that he could easily identify so that he could put an end to this madness before it got anymore out of hand than it already was, but in that respect, he was on his own.

He'd spent lunch in the Sun Room reading and rereading the posts on the bulletin in the hopes that it would help him find the person responsible before the shift ended and he'd been escorted off to the showers. The timing couldn't be anymore inconvenient, as far as he was concerned, but with the way he'd been behaving all day, he decided it would be better to go along with his nurse's wishes for now. While not as bad as L, having a member of the institute's staff hovering around and worrying about him was one of the last things he needed.

He showered quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time than he had already in a room where the person he was looking for most assuredly would not be. New arrivals would be in either the Sun Room or the courtyard, and given this person's track record concerning the bulletin, Light had a pretty good idea of where to start.

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