Good night. [He calls after Minato, still inspecting the room. Well, if he was being given a chance to shower, he probably should; washing up in the river wasn't quite the same thing.
So he eventually goes over and takes a shower, checking over his bandages and stubble in the mirror. Maybe he should look into getting a razor... A beard would have been great if he'd traveled to the Russian Steppes, but if he was going to be in Japan for awhile...
He'd worry about that later. He eyes the clothes that were apparently left outside his door, coming to the conclusion that Minato had guessed he'd shower. He takes all the clothes inside but leaves the majority on the bed; a few shirts are set aside to try on.
The buttoned shirts don't fit; apparently whoever owned the shirts were shorter than him. He goes for one of the cotton tops, settling on a white one with short sleeves. It'd be easy to pull off and wouldn't get in the way too much.
That done, he dons his cape again and ties up his shoes; as tempting as that bed is, he's still a bit suspicious.
Before he heads out the backdoor, he pauses in front of the TV and tries to push his hand through the glass.
No luck there. Maybe it'd work once they found Labrys.
Even more reason to go back outside and be on his way.]
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So he eventually goes over and takes a shower, checking over his bandages and stubble in the mirror. Maybe he should look into getting a razor... A beard would have been great if he'd traveled to the Russian Steppes, but if he was going to be in Japan for awhile...
He'd worry about that later. He eyes the clothes that were apparently left outside his door, coming to the conclusion that Minato had guessed he'd shower. He takes all the clothes inside but leaves the majority on the bed; a few shirts are set aside to try on.
The buttoned shirts don't fit; apparently whoever owned the shirts were shorter than him. He goes for one of the cotton tops, settling on a white one with short sleeves. It'd be easy to pull off and wouldn't get in the way too much.
That done, he dons his cape again and ties up his shoes; as tempting as that bed is, he's still a bit suspicious.
Before he heads out the backdoor, he pauses in front of the TV and tries to push his hand through the glass.
No luck there. Maybe it'd work once they found Labrys.
Even more reason to go back outside and be on his way.]