[ Steve frowns, Kate's fashion was great, and she always looks amazing. But her stuff on Steve? But the thought of a shower is too enticing, and Steve can't say no to that. He doesn't even really hesitate. ]
You have a washing machine too? Holy shit, where are we? Heaven? [ Steve follows her and takes her offerings eagerly. A spaghetti strap tank and bedazzled jeans. Not the worst thing he's had to wear, he still loathes the sailor suit more. He'll make it work.
Steve nods a quick thank you.]
This must be some of that famous Pennsylvania Hospitality. Thanks Kate, I'll be done soon. [ He strips off his blood crusted shirt as he heads for the shower in the bathroom nearby.
He showers for at least a half hour, basking in the glory of hot water. Once he's clean he gets dressed, and begrudgingly looks in the mirror. Oof.
He walks out to go look for Kate now that he's all ready.]
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You have a washing machine too? Holy shit, where are we? Heaven? [ Steve follows her and takes her offerings eagerly. A spaghetti strap tank and bedazzled jeans. Not the worst thing he's had to wear, he still loathes the sailor suit more. He'll make it work.
Steve nods a quick thank you.]
This must be some of that famous Pennsylvania Hospitality. Thanks Kate, I'll be done soon. [ He strips off his blood crusted shirt as he heads for the shower in the bathroom nearby.
He showers for at least a half hour, basking in the glory of hot water. Once he's clean he gets dressed, and begrudgingly looks in the mirror. Oof.
He walks out to go look for Kate now that he's all ready.]
Don't fuckin laugh, Kate.