Day 51: Men's Showers [Second Shift]

[lawful_perfect]

Bah. So much for yet another suggestion of von Karma's. Such priorities this Institute had. They would implement a foolish suggestion to introduce origami lessons and to offer sewing supplies to select patients, yet refused to allow them to cleanse themselves more often than twice a week -- and, of course, without any additional privacy? How many more of his reasonable suggestions would the Head Lunatic make a point of ignoring?

von Karma scoffed, shaking his head as he entered the shower facility. Fortunately, it appeared that he was the first one in here. As soon as the announcement over the intercom had blared out signaling the shift change, von Karma had been quick to excuse himself from his conversation with Naraku to promptly head for the showers. It had been bad enough last time that there were already three men in the showers by the time he arrived. This time, he would make certain that he would be the first one there.

Without wasting a single second, he disrobed, meticulously washed off the grime from the past several days, dried himself, then got dressed. All within a perfect three minutes, zero seconds, before anyone else had a chance to enter. He would have preferred a much longer time to devote to hygiene, but he didn't want to risk any needless immodesty in front of anyone.

Now finished, he exited the restroom and entered the Sun Room.

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[anemptydecapo]

Although the discussion with Sora did lend a few ideas as to what reasons their being here was, it also neglected to offer any insight onto what steps to take next. They couldn't settle for just that. He refused. It was unraveling the motive, but not stopping the crime - and that was unacceptable.

Nurse had already departed once reaching the bathroom doors, having succeeded in gabbing his ears off the entire way there with talk of having to eat more and to be careful with his wounds (he could have reprimanded her for treating him like a child. He decided he didn't care). Once the inside, the assassin removed his clothing, the sting in his shoulders and burn in his side protesting the movement. Cautiously, his fingers pressed against the bandages on his waist after the shirt was removed, testing the gashes underneath.

They were deep, more so than he'd assumed the night before, but only inconvenient. Truth be told, it was probably a miracle he had the strength continue running to Doyleton with the resulting blood loss.

Hmph.

The shower was quick, rushed more than usual after a burst of dizziness hit and took him by surprise. He just felt so sick, suddenly... Was it the loss of blood? Having not eaten anything? The heat? ...Whatever the case, he made it quick, drying off and redressing despite the wave of nausea threatening to pull him off his feet. This was ridiculous...

[fleeing to the sun room]