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It's an impossible world

Dave remembers pain.

Well, that's accurate and not. He remembers everything quite well. It plays kind of like a really bad dream. But he also know that's not quite accurate either, because it wasn't a dream. It was real. It's almost amusing how terrible things can be and still be real in this place. When Dave wakes up the first thought is how painful it was.

It's not new though. He's used to those kind of things when it comes to Jason and it comes to this place. But it always goes away. It's never permanent. Just some stupid hell that Jason inflicts on them whenever his month rolls by.

He can't help but let out a nervous laugh. Instead of the sound of his voice he just hears airy breaths and for a second his heart stops. He sits up right and presses his hands to his throat. It's perfectly fine. He can't feel any marks. Nothing that would indicate what happened. He tries to speak. Still nothing.

He tries to scream. It's dead silent. Dave swallows. It's a bad dream. This is just a nightmare. It can't possibly be real. He's just dreaming and he'll wake up and it's some hellbent punishment that he's experienced before. Except he knows he's just fooling himself.

Dave numbly gets back to his feet. He feels humiliated in some way. Slighted. He can't face anyone. He should have been more careful. Can you even be careful in this place? How long can he avoid people before it becomes obvious he's avoiding them. He's already counting the seconds.

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It seems to make Dave's smile a little brighter. Like the other smiling back actually makes him happy. Well, that's probably true. This place seems to be good at taking that sort of stuff away from them, so it's a relief to see that the other can and will smile.

He isn't aware that the other is purposely keeping in physical contact with him, but it's nice. He shuffles under the spray so he can rinse off, pleased with the hot water on his skin.

He soaps up his body and finally scrubs the hell out of his hair. With his hair out of the way, waits for Animus to get done using the hot water spray. He busies himself with scrubbing the bottoms of his feet and cracking his toes. He leans forward to prod at him again. "You know what I never appreciated? Baths. I mean at first it was like that's just an accident waiting to happen. Now I think about it and want one after a long fight."

Dave points up and then waves his arms as though he were paddling to indicate swimming. He could always swim in the water floors or something. He knows that's not the same. Also, he still can't swim, so he isn't sure why he mentioned it in the first place. But hey, people find swimming relaxing right?

It takes him a moment to figure out what Animus is saying. Dave shakes his head. "I barely know how to swim. Bro tossed me in a pool one summer and kept dragging me out there until I could doggie paddle. Other than, fuck if I know how to do it. How does one float???"

Dave shakes his head and shrugs at that. You're asking the wrong person. Dave can't even doggie paddle. He pretty much sinks like a rock in bodies of water. Or at least he assumes that would be the case. He doesn't actually intend to get near water large enough to drown him to find out.

He shrugs as well. Eh. They'll figure something out later. He lightly nudges him to ask for time under the water. The heated water is slowly waking him up. Though he's tempted to just go back to bed. There's shit to do today though, so he can't.

Dave moves out of the way so the other can use it. At this point Dave is pretty much done with the whole shower thing. Mostly, he guesses he'll have to walk back to his room in soaking wet water. His hindsight is 20/20, dang.

But he can't be too annoyed considering he things the turnout was worth it.

Now he just wonders if anyone else will be willing to talk to him again. Fuck.

The shower is mistly over. He could linger but there's no point to it. Dave sighs as he tucks the soap away in its niche and shuts the water off. He shakes the water out of his eye and leaves the stall. He tosses one of the two towels he left hanging up to his smaller counterpart.

It takes him very little time to dry off and start getting dressed. First comes his eyepatch. It keeps the scarred mess on that side of his face covered, as it should be. He hates looking at it.

Dave dries himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and moving to at least attempt to squeeze some of the water out of his clothes. He'll just have to run back to his room to get actual clothes on now that these are pretty much soaking wet.

Getting soaking wet clothes back on is like it's own little hell. He does kind of watch the other. Mostly, he wanted to see the others' routine. That way, if Dave needed help, he'd be able to assist. It's also just something good to keep tucked away in the recess of his mind.

If Animus Dave was anyone else he wouldn't have been permitted to see Dave get dressed. He's still young enough that he has to watch himself grasp the towel and clothing. His hands are steady but he pauses quite a bit to make sure he's doing things right. A lot of the work is by feel.

His shirt goes on the easiest. Dave picks up his shoes and socks, putting one foot on the bench before getting to work. It just made it easier. Last comes his sword belt and the real katana he'd raided from the admin levels.

Broadswords were good but the thinner blades were better.

He watches the other carefully before turning away to kind of fold his wet clothes up so he can carry them back to his room.

The other would probably chide him for coming weaponless. He wasn't even thinking about it. He was too panicked. Too distraught to even realize what he was doing. Just that he needed to see someone. To see Dave. But now that things have settled...

Well, maybe he should head back and give the other some space. He doesn't know.

He has tasks to get done today but he really just doesn't want to do them now. Especially with Dave back in his life. It's like a wave of tension has been released and now he wants to enjoy the results. "You got anywhere to be or, do you mind sticking around for longer?" Dave tries not to sound so hopeful.

He's sure it might be pretty overwhelming to be back among people but he knows how he'd feel and frankly it's been lonely being the only Dave among the masses. Silent or no, they started as the same guy. There's a weird sort of comfort in that.

Dave looks at the other in surprise when he asks. He didn't think the other would want him to stay. Well, he didn't think the other would want him to leave, but he imagined that Dave probably had things to do. Honestly though, he was kind of relieved he did ask. Like he was still kind of afraid to be on his own. Not on his own since he wasn't gonna try playing lone wolf again, but there's a lot of comfort to be with the other. Maybe it's weird. Actually being able to stand next to yourself. But he's relieved.

He gives Dave a shake of his head... He doesn't mind at all. Honestly? He didn't really have plans for today. Maybe see some people and ease back into trying to be social, but that would be a slow process. He even gives the other a small smile.

He smiles back and adjusts his eyepatch so it rests more comfortably against his face. Sometimes he ties it a bit too tight in his haste to get it back on. The old, real broadsword is waiting to be put on and buckled in place.

It's served him well over the years nothing has taken it from him. He tracks it down after each death without fail. Dave sighs and motions for his smaller shadow like counterpart to follow him once he has his clothes and weapons in place. He wants to visit his room first. They can pick up a spare weapon along the way. "Need to head to your room first?" To you know. Not be so wet and kinda bare.

Dave kind of rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he looks at the wet clothes in his arms, the towel around his waist and his bare chest. He looks back Dave and nods in a slightly flustered manner. Yeah. He'd like that. Grab clothes and some shit so he isn't completely naked in every way possible.

Also he's a fucking pussy about temperatures, and being damp and naked right now is kind of colder than you'd think. Clothes would be really damn nice. Just making a pass to his room in general would be nice.

Dave nods and walks out of the bathroom. He turns right, heading for Animus's room in an easy stride. He's confident now that his silent counterpart is with him. He takes the familiar passages, heading for the elevator to ride it up to the rooms. Like hell he'll make his friend keep going up the stairs and through floors when he's mostly naked.

It would be rude as fuck. He dings the elevator and holds it open. When they're both inside, he hits the right floor and shuts his eye.

Dave follows him like a shadow. He ghosts his step with ease, but it's obvious that Dave had more of his attention on his surroundings. He wasn't scared or worried, but he's become so paranoid that it's become second nature for him to keep his attention around him. After all, if he gets struck, he has no voice to call out.

He shifts from foot to foot during the elevator ride, waiting for it to get to the floor they want. He keeps his attention on his toes mostly, glancing at the other every so often.

Luckily it isn't that long of a ride. On habit, Dave blocks the other from leaving first, drawing his sword from its scabbard in case trouble had reached the dorm floors. Like fuck it would always be safe.

He stalks out, waiting and listening but, nothing shows up. He straightens and glances back to Animus, jerking his head. "Coast is clear so far."

Dave patiently waits until the other gives the okay. He didn't really need the other looking out for him, but it was appreciated. It's nice to have someone looking out for him, so he won't complain.

He starts heading towards his room. Hey, at least it means someone won't catch him walking around in a towel. He can't relay this to the other, but he does smile to himself because he found his own thoughts pretty funny.

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