when everything was like a loaded gun.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[slowly, his guard is beginning to drop. he ventures further out to explore the dressing room with less caution. currently, he looks so out of place in the spotless kitchen with his ripped up jeans and dirty shoes. at least his white cotton tee looks fairly decent. both uzi pistols are tucked safely in their own holsters on both his thighs. he's currently fixing himself a glass of milk. he hasn't had something like that in months.]

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[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[scratches absentmindedly at the back of his neck.]

I guess...

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

There's a bathroom not too far from here. And this is a dressing room, so there are plenty of clothes. You should do that now.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[finishes up his drink.]

Right now?

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. I mean my policy is to wash up before you eat, but it's okay just this once. Come on, I'll show you where everything is.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[simply leaves his glass and plate where it is. customs as simple as putting them in the sink aren't native to him.]

Okay.

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

Hold on. First put that plate and glass in the sink. You have to not only clean yourself but clean up after yourself.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[pauses, blinks, turns around and does what he's told.]

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

[a smile]

There you go. Now come along.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[follows along like a commanded puppy, maybe being too trusting against his better judgement.]

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

[leads him to what looks like a community shower room]

I can't go in there because it's for guys, but go in there and make sure you wash yourself. And there are clothes in practically all the rooms. Just search around until you find something.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[peers inside.]

But what if I can't find any? Am I going to have to walk around naked?

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

No, I'll help you if you need anything, okay? Don't worry, I'll take care of you.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[opens his mouth to say he can take care of himself, but quickly shuts it. he shouldn't pass up help like this, especially not in a strange universe full of doubles and strangers.]

Um... thanks. For lunch and everything else.

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

[smiles brightly at him]

Don't worry, any time.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[and he slips into the showers, smiling softly before he disappears.]