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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Comments

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God, why did the uniform here have to be gray? It was bland bordering on ridiculous! If it had been a suit maybe it would have been different, but these were more like pajamas than anything else. Gant hated people seeing him dressed so casually, but if that's all the institute would offer he had to take it. If another comment box went up on the bulletin in the future, this would be the one thing he would insist on changing. And perhaps the addition of a pool out back.

"She's had it rough, that girl," Gant said, a bit distracted as he combed his fingers through his hair, glancing into a nearby mirror on occasion. He actually hadn't heard anything about Ema's condition but he was sure it wasn't pleasant. Even Manny hadn't looked completely disinterested in the subject, which was as close to sympathy as it got as far as the perfectionist prosecutor was concerned.

"Glad to hear she has your support!" Gant turned away from his reflection completely and back to Harvey. "If she would just take a vacation now and then, I wouldn't be so upset, but..." He shook his head, as if to say 'what can you do?' Then, giving the other man a not too hardy clap on the back (even Gant wasn't so insensitive as to hit an injured man too hard) he grinned and said, "Anywho! It was a pleasure meeting you, Dent! Hope we get along in the future. But for now, lunch is calling my name." And with that, the chief took his leave. Hopefully it looked less like a retreat than it felt.