Men’s Bathrooms (M81-M120)
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Flashlight in hand, Uryuu walked quickly through the restroom, past the urinals and the counters, and pushed open the door to each stall. The toilet paper rolls were at varying degrees of thickness; an inane observation at the surface, but it proved that either there were others, or someone had payed an impressive attention to detail. Another door beyond the stall, Uryuu opened it, flicked the light through, and turned away. Showers. Going through the lockers was tempting, but he decided against it.
Stepping into the last stall, Uryuu pulled free a length of toiler paper, testing the texture with his fingers, then folding it into his pocket. After a beat of hesitation, he leaned over and flushed the toilet. Though the so-called Coriolis "force" did not generally cause toilet water to swirl in one direction, and not the other, he could little resist the experiment. Moving out, Uryuu paused in front of a sink and mirror.
His reflection looked much the same, pardoning the bizarre sight of himself wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. Despite the sweat and blood and vomit and more blood in Hueco Mundo, he looked clean, he felt clean. Uryuu turned the faucet, cupped his hand, and sniffed the water. Tasted it. Just like water. With the concentration of spirit energy so peculiar, with the impossibility of the situation, he little trusted everything to behave as normal. Yet here, at least, it did.
Satisfied, or as much as he could be, he returned to the hallway and his waiting "leader".
[back here!]
Flashlight in hand, Uryuu walked quickly through the restroom, past the urinals and the counters, and pushed open the door to each stall. The toilet paper rolls were at varying degrees of thickness; an inane observation at the surface, but it proved that either there were others, or someone had payed an impressive attention to detail. Another door beyond the stall, Uryuu opened it, flicked the light through, and turned away. Showers. Going through the lockers was tempting, but he decided against it.
Stepping into the last stall, Uryuu pulled free a length of toiler paper, testing the texture with his fingers, then folding it into his pocket. After a beat of hesitation, he leaned over and flushed the toilet. Though the so-called Coriolis "force" did not generally cause toilet water to swirl in one direction, and not the other, he could little resist the experiment. Moving out, Uryuu paused in front of a sink and mirror.
His reflection looked much the same, pardoning the bizarre sight of himself wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. Despite the sweat and blood and vomit and more blood in Hueco Mundo, he looked clean, he felt clean. Uryuu turned the faucet, cupped his hand, and sniffed the water. Tasted it. Just like water. With the concentration of spirit energy so peculiar, with the impossibility of the situation, he little trusted everything to behave as normal. Yet here, at least, it did.
Satisfied, or as much as he could be, he returned to the hallway and his waiting "leader".
[back here!]