But, for now, it was time to strip down and wash up. He wasn't used to the western style of washing yet, but he'd try to scrub down outside of the tub as much as he could...
And... use Arthur's dagger to try and shave some of that 5'o clock shadow that was starting to become a beard. At least it's 'never miss' quality made it so he could avoid cutting himself.
Finally, he let himself just... sink. Into the water, a long, low sigh of relief leaving him. This was really nice... and definitely something he needed. He sort of lost track of time, and when he finally pulled himself out of the water, was already pretty pruney on his fingers.
Drying up, he glanced at his shirt... noting how dirty it was. His pants were still workable, but he didn't feel like putting his shirt back on. Folding it under his arm, he walked back to Naomi's bedroom.
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Was that... supportive sounding? He hoped so.
But, for now, it was time to strip down and wash up. He wasn't used to the western style of washing yet, but he'd try to scrub down outside of the tub as much as he could...
And... use Arthur's dagger to try and shave some of that 5'o clock shadow that was starting to become a beard. At least it's 'never miss' quality made it so he could avoid cutting himself.
Finally, he let himself just... sink. Into the water, a long, low sigh of relief leaving him. This was really nice... and definitely something he needed. He sort of lost track of time, and when he finally pulled himself out of the water, was already pretty pruney on his fingers.
Drying up, he glanced at his shirt... noting how dirty it was. His pants were still workable, but he didn't feel like putting his shirt back on. Folding it under his arm, he walked back to Naomi's bedroom.
"...Hopefully she won't mind."