"Whoa!" Snow jerked slightly on instinct, ready to reach out and catch the guy from falling over if he had to. He'd really looked like he was about to for a second there. He'd managed to catch himself, but he was still wobbly looking. ...Okay, yes, Snow was sure there was definitely something wrong with this guy. And when he paid closer attention to the guy's face, Snow finally realized what it was.
They'd done it, hadn't they? They'd put that stuff in this guy. Snow knew. He'd had them do that to him several times by now. He knew that weird, disoriented feeling and inability to keep your mind locked on anything in particular. The guy definitely looked like he was feeling the same thing. So that had to be it, right? Which was kind of surprising because the guy didn't really strike him as much of a fighter at first glance. He didn't look like a regular civilian either but...
Actually, when the guy spoke up again, Snow realized this guy was a lot like Lightning. A less angry-looking Lightning, but Lightning. He hadn't smiled the whole conversation or shown much expression at all, really. All serious. And that blunt, direct, short way of speaking? Definitely like Lightning. Maybe that meant he was a soldier, too. And maybe that also meant he was tougher than he looked.
Still, Snow couldn't help but want to keep an eye out in case he started toppling over again. That stuff packed a punch no matter how strong you were. As for his question...
"Um, well." He placed his hands on his hips and looked back and forth between the rooms. Explaining things wasn't normally, you know, his forte. Finally, he jabbed a thumb in one direction. "Way it works is you're supposed to go in there and take your stuff off. Then," he jabbed his thumb to the other room, "you're supposed to go in this one to clean up. It's a little weird, but it's not all that bad, I guess. Just takes getting used to." Which admittedly, he was able to do once he was actually in there. But getting in was still weird.
"Oh! And the shower's more complicated than it needs to be, but it's easy enough to figure out once you know what does what. Kinda. If ya want, I'll meet you in here and show you how to work it." It was a little presumptuous of him to think he could show someone else how to work the showers when he'd only been shown how a few days ago. But he felt like he got it. He'd see how much he remembered from what Zack showed him.
Sesshoumaru growled in an odd mixture of tired and distracted and sharp - his control was slipping as the day wore on, it seemed. It was difficult to care - there seemed little more that they could do to him, or little he could do to prevent it should they choose to try.
██████████████Or perhaps it was the poison.
Sesshoumaru did not look like much of a fighter - too seemingly young, too pretty, fine features and long hair, his figure very well muscled but slim enough that the evidence was hidden by his clothing; even by the tighter, more constrive clothing that was all this place offered, but that was all to his advantage.
Odd how frequently he was underestimated.
Infuriating to think that such might no longer be the case.
After all, he had become so weak.
"I ʇ,uop-"
Sesshoumaru almost growled again, holding himself still, trying to keep from letting a dizzy spell overwhelm him, looking in something like hostile curiousitly at the man staring at him.
He listened as the other talkedthe scent of steam was in the air so odd he couldn't really smell it he only knew what he should be able toor he triedthere was noise he should be ale tobut i was difficult, not to allow his mind to wander.
Ironic that he had spent so long cultivating a skill that now was the opposite of what he needed but sometimes it had seemed the only way to remain sane.
There was irony there, but he couldn't seem to find and properly appreciate it right now.
There seemed to be something missing, regardless, as there was no pool, or pond, or any strange indoor equivilant. But Sesshoumaru hated to ask again, hated to appear weakevenifthat'swhathewasnow
Whoooa, yeah. Okay. Looked like the guy was really out of it. Snow could barely even understand what he was saying. Was he following along with anything he was saying? It was hard to tell. Seemed like he was but... Yeah, okay. Looked like he'd have to help him out a little more than he'd figured.
"Hey, hey. Relax, okay? The more worked up you get, the more that stuff messes with you." At least that had been his case. He gave the guy a big encouraging grin. "Don't sweat it! I'll show you everything, 'lright? C'mon. Let's go."
Snow put both hands on the guy's shoulders, turned him toward the changing room area things (ie. the bathroom stalls), and walked him over there, pushing him forward by the shoulders the whole time. He stopped once they were in front of the stalls, finally letting the guy go.
"Here. Just go in here and get your stuff off. They collect the clothes and stuff when you're done and give you a towel. We'll head over and I'll show you how the things work. It's really not as crazy as it looks."
He paused for a moment, giving the guy a little bit of a dubious look then. ...He wasn't gonna need someone to help him disrobe and stuff, right? Snow hoped not cause... Look, he wanted to help the guy out and everything, but there was only so far he was willing to go.
Sesshoumaru was not getting worked up, Sesshoumaru had his pride and his years and years of control TO-
The other took him and guided him, and it took a moment for Sesshoumaru to catch up with the situation (maybe the drug had been made stronger because he tried to kill) and after that a few moments to decide how he would react, by which point it was too late anyway, they were already there.
Or perhaps
too late was the wrong word? He seemed helpful enough...
It would be the wrong phrase, Sesshoumaru mentally corrected himself, not...
A question.
"I am neither simple nor a child," sesshoumarusaidandblinked his clouded eyes. This situation did not make sense, but he had already been patronized enough, and he was weary to his bones, so there would be time later for questions for now the stranger seemed to assume that he would know so he might as well react as though he did Sesshoumaru clumsily undid his buttons (they were inconvenient he almost ripped the fabric of his clothes)
He considered growling at the next question but it did not seem worth the trouble - this man did not appear to be his enemy. So instead he answered in the only way that seemed logical, and true, and proud, and sane, and something of a life that wasn't here.
Oh if only Sesshoumeru knew that this was just how Snow was. He didn't intend for anything he was doing to come off as patronizing at all. He legitimately was trying to help the guy out. Of course, he was completely oblivious to the fact that it might sound that way to a stranger.
So Snow just laughed at the guy's comment, figuring he meant that playfully. "Yeah, alright-alright. I gotcha."
Heh. The guy really did remind him more and more of Lightning by the second. It kind of made him like him a little more, strangely enough. And he had an unusual name, too. Seh-show-mah-roo. It was different, like a lot of names he heard in this place. Maybe that meant he was from Pulse after all? Eh, who knew? Not like Snow was really gonna care about divisions based on where you came from. Especially here. It was a long name, but not too long to be hard to remember... he guessed. Still pretty long though. Snow'd probably end up shortening it.
Before he offered his name back, Snow... um, left the guy alone. He was starting to take his clothes off. And there was something a little too personal about actually disrobing in front of someone. Anyone. So Snow just kind of casually went into one of the other stalls to give the guy some space... and get some himself.
"I'm Snow!" he called out, still jovial even without being face to face. And he continued blabbering over the stalls as he undressed. Yeah, he still wasn't comfortable with everything, but he had to admit, it helped a lot to be hanging out with someone else who was new, too. It made it so he could be more casual and forget about... you know, the whole thing. "So you're new and stuff, right? Uh... They just brought you in, I mean? I been here a few days already. 'S why I got the routine all figured out. It's pretty annoying though, right? 'Specially the guards. Least they're easy enough to ignore. Mostly. I guess. I mean, they like pickin' on people sometimes. Guess they got nothin' else better to do than go wavin' their guns in people's faces. What'd you get in trouble for anyway? Probably something stupid, right?"
They'd done it, hadn't they? They'd put that stuff in this guy. Snow knew. He'd had them do that to him several times by now. He knew that weird, disoriented feeling and inability to keep your mind locked on anything in particular. The guy definitely looked like he was feeling the same thing. So that had to be it, right? Which was kind of surprising because the guy didn't really strike him as much of a fighter at first glance. He didn't look like a regular civilian either but...
Actually, when the guy spoke up again, Snow realized this guy was a lot like Lightning. A less angry-looking Lightning, but Lightning. He hadn't smiled the whole conversation or shown much expression at all, really. All serious. And that blunt, direct, short way of speaking? Definitely like Lightning. Maybe that meant he was a soldier, too. And maybe that also meant he was tougher than he looked.
Still, Snow couldn't help but want to keep an eye out in case he started toppling over again. That stuff packed a punch no matter how strong you were. As for his question...
"Um, well." He placed his hands on his hips and looked back and forth between the rooms. Explaining things wasn't normally, you know, his forte. Finally, he jabbed a thumb in one direction. "Way it works is you're supposed to go in there and take your stuff off. Then," he jabbed his thumb to the other room, "you're supposed to go in this one to clean up. It's a little weird, but it's not all that bad, I guess. Just takes getting used to." Which admittedly, he was able to do once he was actually in there. But getting in was still weird.
"Oh! And the shower's more complicated than it needs to be, but it's easy enough to figure out once you know what does what. Kinda. If ya want, I'll meet you in here and show you how to work it." It was a little presumptuous of him to think he could show someone else how to work the showers when he'd only been shown how a few days ago. But he felt like he got it. He'd see how much he remembered from what Zack showed him.
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██████████████Or perhaps it was the poison.
Sesshoumaru did not look like much of a fighter - too seemingly young, too pretty, fine features and long hair, his figure very well muscled but slim enough that the evidence was hidden by his clothing; even by the tighter, more constrive clothing that was all this place offered, but that was all to his advantage.
Odd how frequently he was underestimated.
Infuriating to think that such might no longer be the case.
After all, he had become so weak.
"I ʇ,uop-"
Sesshoumaru almost growled again, holding himself still, trying to keep from letting a dizzy spell overwhelm him, looking in something like hostile curiousitly at the man staring at him.
He listened as the other talkedthe scent of steam was in the air so odd he couldn't really smell it he only knew what he should be able toor he triedthere was noise he should be ale tobut i was difficult, not to allow his mind to wander.
Ironic that he had spent so long cultivating a skill that now was the opposite of what he needed but sometimes it had seemed the only way to remain sane.
There was irony there, but he couldn't seem to find and properly appreciate it right now.
There seemed to be something missing, regardless, as there was no pool, or pond, or any strange indoor equivilant. But Sesshoumaru hated to ask again, hated to appear weakevenifthat'swhathewasnow
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"Hey, hey. Relax, okay? The more worked up you get, the more that stuff messes with you." At least that had been his case. He gave the guy a big encouraging grin. "Don't sweat it! I'll show you everything, 'lright? C'mon. Let's go."
Snow put both hands on the guy's shoulders, turned him toward the changing room area things (ie. the bathroom stalls), and walked him over there, pushing him forward by the shoulders the whole time. He stopped once they were in front of the stalls, finally letting the guy go.
"Here. Just go in here and get your stuff off. They collect the clothes and stuff when you're done and give you a towel. We'll head over and I'll show you how the things work. It's really not as crazy as it looks."
He paused for a moment, giving the guy a little bit of a dubious look then. ...He wasn't gonna need someone to help him disrobe and stuff, right? Snow hoped not cause... Look, he wanted to help the guy out and everything, but there was only so far he was willing to go.
"...You gonna be okay?"
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The other took him and guided him, and it took a moment for Sesshoumaru to catch up with the situation (maybe the drug had been made stronger because he tried to kill) and after that a few moments to decide how he would react, by which point it was too late anyway, they were already there.
Or
perhaps
too late was the wrong word? He seemed helpful enough...
It would be the wrong phrase, Sesshoumaru mentally corrected himself, not...
A question.
"I am neither simple nor a child," sesshoumarusaidandblinked his clouded eyes. This situation did not make sense, but he had already been patronized enough, and he was weary to his bones, so there would be time later for questions for now the stranger seemed to assume that he would know so he might as well react as though he did
Sesshoumaru clumsily undid his buttons (they were inconvenient he almost ripped the fabric of his clothes)
He considered growling at the next question but it did not seem worth the trouble - this man did not appear to be his enemy. So instead he answered in the only way that seemed logical, and true, and proud, and sane, and something of a life that wasn't here.
"I am Sesshoumaru."
Of course he would be fine.
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So Snow just laughed at the guy's comment, figuring he meant that playfully. "Yeah, alright-alright. I gotcha."
Heh. The guy really did remind him more and more of Lightning by the second. It kind of made him like him a little more, strangely enough. And he had an unusual name, too. Seh-show-mah-roo. It was different, like a lot of names he heard in this place. Maybe that meant he was from Pulse after all? Eh, who knew? Not like Snow was really gonna care about divisions based on where you came from. Especially here. It was a long name, but not too long to be hard to remember... he guessed. Still pretty long though. Snow'd probably end up shortening it.
Before he offered his name back, Snow... um, left the guy alone. He was starting to take his clothes off. And there was something a little too personal about actually disrobing in front of someone. Anyone. So Snow just kind of casually went into one of the other stalls to give the guy some space... and get some himself.
"I'm Snow!" he called out, still jovial even without being face to face. And he continued blabbering over the stalls as he undressed. Yeah, he still wasn't comfortable with everything, but he had to admit, it helped a lot to be hanging out with someone else who was new, too. It made it so he could be more casual and forget about... you know, the whole thing. "So you're new and stuff, right? Uh... They just brought you in, I mean? I been here a few days already. 'S why I got the routine all figured out. It's pretty annoying though, right? 'Specially the guards. Least they're easy enough to ignore. Mostly. I guess. I mean, they like pickin' on people sometimes. Guess they got nothin' else better to do than go wavin' their guns in people's faces. What'd you get in trouble for anyway? Probably something stupid, right?"
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