Don't even talk to me about a weird stuff quota, my 'weird shit o-meter' maxed load capacity on my first week here and hasn't stopped screamin at me since.

[He takes a couple steps closer, stops, runs the towel over his hair a couple more times. There's probably not a good explanation so he might as well make the truth sound casual. At least he had enough warning to prop the blanket up against the wall with pillows - when he'd decided to try transplanting his ironic optimism from Detroit to here he'd needed the old habit so bad it hadn't actually occurred to him that carving shit into stone walls looks a lot more unhinged than just slapping some post-it notes around his mirror. By the time that did occur to him he'd just figured, fuck it, it's not like Sumo's gonna make snap judgements about his sanity and who else is going to care?

That's been more of an issue than he thought it'd be. He doesn't know how he feels about that.

Anyway, the shower thing. One piece of weird bullshit at a time.]

But uh, I don't know, do you like the whole 'hasn't showered for days' look? Cause I could go back to that, if 'wet' 's a little too weird for you.