Oh man, if there was a time when Zack was dying for a shower, it was now. It wasn't even that he smelled or was gross in any way, but... He had been a dog last night. A huge, slobbering dog with most of its skin either gone or rotting. Even if none of that had carried over into the morning, he still felt like he needed to take about five showers to get rid of the feeling.
It was for that reason that he said a quick goodbye to Neku (who seemed like a good kid underneath the brooding) and raced over to the showers. The soldiers seemed pleased that he was so eager, and Zack himself practically tossed his clothing off.
He gave out an audible sigh of relief when he got under the hot water, soaping himself up and relearning his body with his hands. Not that he'd forgotten, but he was that much more appreciative of it now. Five fingers on each hand, smooth skin not covered with fur -- it was a whole lot to be thankful for considering what he'd just been through.
He also took the time to both shampoo and condition his hair, both because it required that much care at this length and because he wanted to give it proper attention. This was much preferable to that mangy fur that had only existed in patches.
Once he felt that all of the dog had been washed away (not that there had really been any left in the first place) and his hair had the last of the conditioner washed out of it, Zack finally turned off the shower head. He took his time drying himself off, wishing he could get a fresh uniform and yet realizing that there was no point in asking. The staff didn't seem to like him that much, probably due to the whole food fight incident.
So back into his uniform he went, at which point his escort told him to head back into the Sun Room for the rest of the shift. Zack nodded and complied, not having much other choice.
It was for that reason that he said a quick goodbye to Neku (who seemed like a good kid underneath the brooding) and raced over to the showers. The soldiers seemed pleased that he was so eager, and Zack himself practically tossed his clothing off.
He gave out an audible sigh of relief when he got under the hot water, soaping himself up and relearning his body with his hands. Not that he'd forgotten, but he was that much more appreciative of it now. Five fingers on each hand, smooth skin not covered with fur -- it was a whole lot to be thankful for considering what he'd just been through.
He also took the time to both shampoo and condition his hair, both because it required that much care at this length and because he wanted to give it proper attention. This was much preferable to that mangy fur that had only existed in patches.
Once he felt that all of the dog had been washed away (not that there had really been any left in the first place) and his hair had the last of the conditioner washed out of it, Zack finally turned off the shower head. He took his time drying himself off, wishing he could get a fresh uniform and yet realizing that there was no point in asking. The staff didn't seem to like him that much, probably due to the whole food fight incident.
So back into his uniform he went, at which point his escort told him to head back into the Sun Room for the rest of the shift. Zack nodded and complied, not having much other choice.
[To here.]
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