Who: Harry Mason and Simon Tam
Where: Harry's room.
When: The event; Friday.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One man's chip is out, one man's chip is in. Things can be clearer without emotion stifling the way, but not always better.
the log:
The sky had been strange, and it was leading him to wonder a few things about Discedo. Just what in the hell was that? And frankly, would Ace, Lolita, Javaid, and Green be willing to share? Heh, maybe he should have asked for information for his ridiculous anniversary.
Still, everyone seemed to be okay.
So, equally, it would be okay if he tried to relax a little, he hopes. (In spite of his rotten luck, it's worth a shot.)
It takes a lot of work to get a bath going, especially since Demyx and Iroh are without their powers. It's almost like it's back to the beginning, and they're lucky they can be clean. Still, it's worth the effort, and the water he uses is all rain water -- boiled, just to be sure. Plenty hot after some effort.
Still, it's worth it. It's hard to stay warm here sometimes, harder still with a cold automail arm.
After stripping, Harry settles down in the bath, leaning his head back and letting out a sigh.
Don't try to think, just relax. Thinking doesn't help. Just be numb for a little while.
That's the intention anyway.