Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131103145155/@comment-25151516-20131126174748

Revan let Kirina do what her drowsiness permitted her and hanged his leather jacket on the coat rack. Then, he opened the small linen closet took two towels and a bathrobe from the sculpture that James made with them, not even looking at the shape that the wound bunches of linen formed. He opened the bathroom door and held his eyes shut as he leaned in and left the robe and one towel next to the sink.

Revan, pointlessly, braced himself for a yell of some kind, only to hear the water running with the peaceful breathing of a dreaming girl. He dared not open his eyes and backed away from the bathroom, kicking Kirina's bloody laundry out for him to wash. A few metal bits clinked around as he found her trousers.

Closing the door, quietly, he opened his eyes and picked up the clothes. With his boot-clad heel, MacLeod opened the laundry machine's closet door and dropped the clothes inside. Then, he generously applied the laundry soap and fabric softener, accompanied by a cup or two of hydrogen peroxide.

Finally, he went to his duffle bag, behind the sofa, and retrieved a sleeveless nightshirt and athletic shorts. Quickly, he changed out of his boots, socks, jeans, and t-shirt, after emptying his pockets of Dust fragments, keys, wallet, and phone, then into his nightshirt and shorts.

Revan threw the black shirt, jeans, and socks into the washing machine and checked up on the console of many computers. Nothing yet.

He then picked up the extra towel and leaned outside the bathroom door. He tried to wake Kirina up inside with a knock. "Miss Hart? We only have one shower an' a botanist's nightmare. Would you mind hurryin'?"