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Day 44: Women's Showers (2nd Shift)
The sting of the water on Momo's wounds reminded her exactly where each and every burn was. Between that and the clear plastic wrapping the nurse placed around the long cut up her arm to her shoulder, she decided as little time in the actual spray would be wise. Sitting on a stool out of the direct stream, she went about scrubbing the grit and grime.
It almost felt weird to be alive with her throat intact, but Momo was not about to wish it was otherwise. In the past, maybe, but she remembered who she was and could not allow herself to become what she had been prior to her encounter with the undead knight. Wincing a bit with the pain of washing, she turned her thoughts to her upcoming meeting with Shikamaru. Or rather, she tried to. She still had to see Hitsugaya once she finished her shower.
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It almost felt weird to be alive with her throat intact, but Momo was not about to wish it was otherwise. In the past, maybe, but she remembered who she was and could not allow herself to become what she had been prior to her encounter with the undead knight. Wincing a bit with the pain of washing, she turned her thoughts to her upcoming meeting with Shikamaru. Or rather, she tried to. She still had to see Hitsugaya once she finished her shower.
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She laughed softly at her words about Rude. "He isn't so bad. He doesn't need to be protective. I'm perfectly capable."
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She stepped back again, this time for conditioner. The idea of Rude being 'not so bad' didn't compute, so it went ignored. Thoroughly. Well, except for a wrinkle of the nose. "Did they fill you in on the weird truce thing we've got going on right now, then?" She asked.
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She nodded in response to the question, stifling a laugh at Yuffie's expression. "Something about that, yes. I'm sure that I can hold to it as well." Unless Tseng or Veld showed up and decided otherwise.
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The gloop on her hands was cold and sticky, clinging between her fingers. Squeezing her hands together, Yuffie twirled back under her showerhead. Speaking of win-win… She glanced sidelong at Cissnei. "That'd be real cool of you," she said. "We've got a common enemy here, so I'd really rather not waste my time kicking your ass."
Yuffie didn't have any doubts that the Turks could and would turn on her, if it came to it. She wasn't worried; three on one would be a bit of a pain, but playing the environment to ones advantage was a ninja speciality. Humming tunelessly under her breath, she dipped her head forward to rinse out the conditioner.
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Her lips quirked when Yuffie suggested kicking her ass. She would be the first to admit that someone her size could be particularly dangerous, but Cissnei also knew that she was a brilliant combatant herself. She'd trained for most of her life after all. "I think there are plenty of things here to focus on killing before turning on other patients. I'll be glad if I get a weapon."