[ He doesn't take long - for all the enjoyment a hot shower brings after a night of dealing with (the bad kind of) bodily fluids, he doesn't linger. Quickly sloughing away the blood and viscera, in less than ten minutes Apollo is stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel to roughly dry his hair. The water evaporates quickly - one of the many positives of his general ambient warmth - and as he slips into the clothes left for him Apollo's practically dry again.
Still, he towels his hair out of habit as he steps into the bedroom, despite the fact that it's already practically dry again. ]
Are you showering? [ Oh. Oh, it's that shirt. The long running joke is too good to ignore. Apollo nods at the slogan, eyebrow upraised in an amused threat. ] You'd better shower.
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Still, he towels his hair out of habit as he steps into the bedroom, despite the fact that it's already practically dry again. ]
Are you showering? [ Oh. Oh, it's that shirt. The long running joke is too good to ignore. Apollo nods at the slogan, eyebrow upraised in an amused threat. ] You'd better shower.