( Wave of his hand, he makes his way for the bathroom to strip and clean himself up because... yeah. That's definitely a thing that needs to be done.
The moment the door's closed behind him, he takes a second or two to lean against it and just... sighs. Fingers pinch the bridge of his nose — eyes squeezing shut and he allows himself a couple deep breaths before he's pushing himself off the door and slowly starting to undress himself. Like he'd said, he leaves the pile of clothes there outside the bathroom door for the kid, still a little unsure about him taking care of his laundry, but. It is what it is and he needs to clean himself off, so. It's into the shower he goes once the water's on and the right temperature for him.
He takes a bit of time in there — makes sure to wash off all the blood and everything else he'd missed in his random dive into the nearest body of water before he'd made his way back home. When he feels like he's good enough, he steps out, grabs himself a towel, and starts to pat himself dry. In doing so, he catches a glimpse of himself there in the foggy mirror, but. The blurred reflection isn't exactly him. It's his other form. The devil within him. He stares at it — what he can anyways through the condensation there across the mirror, but. He sees it and, rather than completely ignore it as he tends to do, he huffs, wrapping the towel around his waist. )
Always gonna be a little dysfunctional, right?
( Said to the demonic reflection there in the mirror, he stares for a beat or two longer before he's making his way out of the shower, wrapped up in a towel and heading for his room to grab a pair of sweats to slip into. Once those are on, he wanders throughout the house in search of the kid, towel in hand and shirtless. Just like when he was a kid himself. )
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The moment the door's closed behind him, he takes a second or two to lean against it and just... sighs. Fingers pinch the bridge of his nose — eyes squeezing shut and he allows himself a couple deep breaths before he's pushing himself off the door and slowly starting to undress himself. Like he'd said, he leaves the pile of clothes there outside the bathroom door for the kid, still a little unsure about him taking care of his laundry, but. It is what it is and he needs to clean himself off, so. It's into the shower he goes once the water's on and the right temperature for him.
He takes a bit of time in there — makes sure to wash off all the blood and everything else he'd missed in his random dive into the nearest body of water before he'd made his way back home. When he feels like he's good enough, he steps out, grabs himself a towel, and starts to pat himself dry. In doing so, he catches a glimpse of himself there in the foggy mirror, but. The blurred reflection isn't exactly him. It's his other form. The devil within him. He stares at it — what he can anyways through the condensation there across the mirror, but. He sees it and, rather than completely ignore it as he tends to do, he huffs, wrapping the towel around his waist. )
Always gonna be a little dysfunctional, right?
( Said to the demonic reflection there in the mirror, he stares for a beat or two longer before he's making his way out of the shower, wrapped up in a towel and heading for his room to grab a pair of sweats to slip into. Once those are on, he wanders throughout the house in search of the kid, towel in hand and shirtless. Just like when he was a kid himself. )