Day 58: Men's Showers (Fourth Shift)

[mustbethesuit]

The place was full of starry eyed heroes with hearts of gold. Perhaps not so much starry-eyed, he guessed. Just eager to please. Eager to help. Peter could count himself among those numbers on good day. At the moment, he had about had his fill from everyone else

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[oneman_onekill]

Niikura had not really learned much from his tenure in this place other than the fact that people from Los Angeles were weird. Honestly, he could just meet one and expect them to be not only a member of law enforcement, but to also have some sort of bizarre quirk. Granted, there were a few exceptions, but the only memorable ones--well, that was circularly intuitive. Of course the memorable ones would be the quirky ones.

It just went to show how much he needed a nap, or a conversation where he didn't have to deal with people turning into turtles, old friends, or Gant.

Unfortunately, Gant was exactly the person he was meant to be speaking to this shift. With a groan, Niikura undressed and proceeded to tear through his shower at lightning speed, wincing every so often as soap collided with still-healing cuts. Just running from one thing to another...heh, there really was no rest for the wicked.

He dried off as quickly as he could and struggled back into his uniform before walking briskly out of the shower, trying his best to look casual and composed and totally unaffected by the way his beret was crushing his spikes.

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