Yeah, you best distance yourself after this, since I might have earned a little punishment on this one.
[He was perfectly fine with that, since it would at least be as entertaining as it was probably going to be humiliating. He wasn't about to drag people he was on an 'okay' basis into his messes either, not when they were about to stitch him back up in his own bathroom. That just seemed like a piss poor kind of 'thank you', though he expected that he would owe Toreth something. Payment had yet to be specified.]
I think I can handle, but you'll have to turn your back. I'm really shy about people seeing me naked. [He was already unbuckling his pants as he said such, which meant he wasn't shy at all and perfectly willing to hose himself off right there in the shower. He stood after dumping his trousers next to his boots and stepped back into the tub to hose off with cold water, rubbing the drying blood and revealing the clean edges of the injuries that he bore.
He kept his back to the wall for the most part, but he knew it was impossible to hide the very old white criss-crossed lines that ran the entire length of his back from shoulders to the end of his tailbone. He figured Toreth wouldn't ask, so he didn't care that much despite keeping them to himself for the most part.
Still dripping wet, he seated himself on the edge of the tub and grabbed his ruined shirt to dab at the newly seeping blood down his skin.] Am I going to live, Doc?
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[He was perfectly fine with that, since it would at least be as entertaining as it was probably going to be humiliating. He wasn't about to drag people he was on an 'okay' basis into his messes either, not when they were about to stitch him back up in his own bathroom. That just seemed like a piss poor kind of 'thank you', though he expected that he would owe Toreth something. Payment had yet to be specified.]
I think I can handle, but you'll have to turn your back. I'm really shy about people seeing me naked. [He was already unbuckling his pants as he said such, which meant he wasn't shy at all and perfectly willing to hose himself off right there in the shower. He stood after dumping his trousers next to his boots and stepped back into the tub to hose off with cold water, rubbing the drying blood and revealing the clean edges of the injuries that he bore.
He kept his back to the wall for the most part, but he knew it was impossible to hide the very old white criss-crossed lines that ran the entire length of his back from shoulders to the end of his tailbone. He figured Toreth wouldn't ask, so he didn't care that much despite keeping them to himself for the most part.
Still dripping wet, he seated himself on the edge of the tub and grabbed his ruined shirt to dab at the newly seeping blood down his skin.] Am I going to live, Doc?