[His voice is listless again and he pats around, finds his hairbrush and starts tugging it over his head. There's dried blood in his hair and it catches on the teeth of the comb.]
[He strips his bloodied pants off and steps into the shower. The spray is comforting and Glaukir leans his forehead against his forearm. Just breathe.
He takes in a deep lungful of the steam, willing himself to become calm again, cool again, detached and impassive. It doesn't work, but he didn't think it would.
He steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist, then pads out to where the woman is waiting.]
I think I only have one more pair of pants. I--
[He grits his teeth.]
I'd need your help to make sure I pick clothes that are--appropriate.
Just--put me in black and white if you don't know what else to choose.
[Glaukir drips water as he pads across the floor to his closet which he opens and starts groping for his shirts. He feels down the back collars where he's sewn in small little markers. Squares, triangle and circles. Clothing with a square patch can go with anything, triangles only go with other triangles, circles go with other circles only.
It's a system and it keeps Glaukir from looking like a clown.
He pulls out a shirt and tosses it on the bed, then starts to grope around to try and find his last pair of black trousers. ]
[She sighs and gets off the bed, pulls down the pair of trousers from the closet and then takes his hand and hangs the pants over his arm.]
You should see how I dress, honey. It ain't pretty.
[Belle checks out his tattoos again, so tempted to trace an outline with her finger. She shakes her head and turns to look at the shirt he had picked out.]
Eh, that'll do, sweetheart. Don't you need underwear or something?
[He wordlessly accepts the trousers and tosses them on the bed with his shirt before breathing out a laugh.]
Of course, but--
[They've already seen each other naked. They've done a lot more than see each other naked, so any modesty at this point would be ridiculous. Glaukir shakes his head and pads over to the dresser where he drops his towel and pulls on a pair of boxers before reaching to snag the trousers from off the bed.]
If it gets out that you're associated with me, the zombies will come after you, too.
[She bites her bottom lip. God, it's so forbidden And he's the one that advocated forbidding it, no less. She barely hears what he says at all, but fortunately it clicks somewhere in her mind that he's talking again.]
Celeste's my friend. She'll get that you were just bein' an idiot. And the other one I don't know too well, but I bet I can take her.
[He would normally say something like 'be careful' or 'don't be stupid' or 'take care of yourself' but Glaukir's too emotionally burnt out. His voice is still a little raspy as he does up his trousers and starts to button up his shirt.]
[He blinks and turns his head to look at her, wet tendrils of hair clinging to his face. He's still feeling dopey and exhausted, but at the same time he can't sit still. There's a nervous energy inside.]
My room.
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[He rubs his throat again. He really should heal it. Eh, he'll do it later.]
Haven't been listening to the comms. Has the zombie come back?
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I don't think Celeste was the one you killed, but whoever you did kill came back.
Should you be lyin' down?
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[His voice is listless again and he pats around, finds his hairbrush and starts tugging it over his head. There's dried blood in his hair and it catches on the teeth of the comb.]
Ow--I think I'm gonna have to shower.
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Alright, babe. I'll be out here nappin' on your bed f'you need help scrubbing your back or anything.
[She goes to leave the bathroom, lazily closing the door halfway before flopping down on his bed, ignoring spatters of blood on the sheets.]
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[He strips his bloodied pants off and steps into the shower. The spray is comforting and Glaukir leans his forehead against his forearm. Just breathe.
He takes in a deep lungful of the steam, willing himself to become calm again, cool again, detached and impassive. It doesn't work, but he didn't think it would.
He steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist, then pads out to where the woman is waiting.]
I think I only have one more pair of pants. I--
[He grits his teeth.]
I'd need your help to make sure I pick clothes that are--appropriate.
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What, you mean that the colors go and everything? Just 'cause I'm a woman doesn't mean I have any fashion sense.
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[Glaukir drips water as he pads across the floor to his closet which he opens and starts groping for his shirts. He feels down the back collars where he's sewn in small little markers. Squares, triangle and circles. Clothing with a square patch can go with anything, triangles only go with other triangles, circles go with other circles only.
It's a system and it keeps Glaukir from looking like a clown.
He pulls out a shirt and tosses it on the bed, then starts to grope around to try and find his last pair of black trousers. ]
I'm not really picky anymore...
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You should see how I dress, honey. It ain't pretty.
[Belle checks out his tattoos again, so tempted to trace an outline with her finger. She shakes her head and turns to look at the shirt he had picked out.]
Eh, that'll do, sweetheart. Don't you need underwear or something?
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Of course, but--
[They've already seen each other naked. They've done a lot more than see each other naked, so any modesty at this point would be ridiculous. Glaukir shakes his head and pads over to the dresser where he drops his towel and pulls on a pair of boxers before reaching to snag the trousers from off the bed.]
If it gets out that you're associated with me, the zombies will come after you, too.
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Celeste's my friend. She'll get that you were just bein' an idiot. And the other one I don't know too well, but I bet I can take her.
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Do as you will. Do you see my shoes?
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[She sits back down on his bed and watches him with a geniunely curious look on her face. She kind of wants him to stay put, with her.]
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... I need more clothes.
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So, what, you wanna go down to deck twelve to get some? I'll come with ya, if you want.
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[He bends down and slips his sandals on. They're still tacky with blood from yesterday. He'll have to get new shoes and socks as well.]
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