( He starts out reluctantly, clearly hedging. Doesn't get the opportunity to finish before there's a sudden rapping along the bars. A guard drags a spear across it like the world's worts xylophone.
"You two," he says, and after a beat points to another couple. "And you. You shower first. Come on."
He exchanges a look with Steve, lips pressing into an unhappy line.
...Followed by a glance down at his own body and then up again, saying without words: goo, Steve. Goo.
He's not a fan. Not that he wants to follow orders from people keeping him captive, but... wouldn't mind a god damn shower if he's gotta be in a cell at all. )
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( He starts out reluctantly, clearly hedging. Doesn't get the opportunity to finish before there's a sudden rapping along the bars. A guard drags a spear across it like the world's worts xylophone.
"You two," he says, and after a beat points to another couple. "And you. You shower first. Come on."
He exchanges a look with Steve, lips pressing into an unhappy line.
...Followed by a glance down at his own body and then up again, saying without words: goo, Steve. Goo.
He's not a fan. Not that he wants to follow orders from people keeping him captive, but... wouldn't mind a god damn shower if he's gotta be in a cell at all. )