Day 51: Men's Showers [Second Shift]

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Bah. So much for yet another suggestion of von Karma's. Such priorities this Institute had. They would implement a foolish suggestion to introduce origami lessons and to offer sewing supplies to select patients, yet refused to allow them to cleanse themselves more often than twice a week -- and, of course, without any additional privacy? How

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HK had been dreading this. The showers where his least favorite place in the entire facility. All those naked meatbags, utterly unashamed by their squishiness in public. There might be some who were ashamed, but he never looked that closely. Not when he was trying very, very hard not to look down.

What was doubly infuriating was the fact that his nurse seemed to look at the showers as a good thing. Yes, he could admit, meatbags had no non-stick surfaces and therefore that meant cleaning was required, and even without having accumulated dirt and no doubt billions of bacterial colonies, human meatbags seemed to think on some evolutionary level that this simply wasn't enough, so their outer surfaces dirtied themselves. Especially the hair. And under the arms. Urgh. He glowered at the nurse meatbag while she made sure he actually removed his clothes and didn't just spend the entire shower doing something less embarrassing like remaining clothed and facing a wall and trying not to think about all of the meatbags being naked.

But unfortunately, that was not to be so. He was now clothesless and inching his way towards the showers, untill the nurse literally pushed him into the bathing area, earning her one last glare and a "Statement: As the Mandalorians would say, Usen'ye bal kyr'amur gar ti gi, meatbag," before scuttling over to a shower in the corner, hoping to remain unmolested by the presence of meatbags.

[Free, no matter what he says. Molest away, guys.]