[He wasn't going to wait for permission. Once he's oh so graciously announced himself, he's heading straight for the toilet in the corner, already yanking at the straps of his harness to loosen it up enough that he can do what he's gotta do, the sheathes and gas canisters of his gear clanging at his sides.
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His shoulders sag in relief once he's done. Shake off, flush, zip up, and re-adjust his harness. Then he's hovering behind Silver, waiting for an opening to wash his hands. He's not gross.]
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His shoulders sag in relief once he's done. Shake off, flush, zip up, and re-adjust his harness. Then he's hovering behind Silver, waiting for an opening to wash his hands. He's not gross.]