[ Flynn, itchy with inaction and drying blood, steps past Yuri to flick on the shower. It always starts cold, and he sort of likes that, the shock back to his senses that it gives him. Somehow, it feels right in an old kind of way. Something he got used to as a child, maybe. That's his leading theory.
He steps over the lip of the bath without hesitation, lets the cold pound his scalp, slowly warming, while the water around his feet pools and splashes into bright red rivers. ]
How long has it been since that was true?
[ Copper-tanged water runs into his mouth when he asks, too sweet. Little flecks of glitter flash around his feet. ]
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He steps over the lip of the bath without hesitation, lets the cold pound his scalp, slowly warming, while the water around his feet pools and splashes into bright red rivers. ]
How long has it been since that was true?
[ Copper-tanged water runs into his mouth when he asks, too sweet. Little flecks of glitter flash around his feet. ]