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The German’s head whipped around like a rubber band being snapped, eyes wide with shock. He was sure the communal showers would be empty at this hour, often waited until everyone was gone, and yet, here was Lesion apologizing in the doorway. Fumbling with a towel, Marius fought with the damn thing to cover ( what he considers ) hideous burn scars on his chest that trailed to much of his upper back as if his life depended on it. He could hide behind a row of lockers or duck back into a shower stall but his feet refuse to move.
Never mind the fact he’s still naked and his clothing was folded neatly on the bench he stood in front of. Oh no, that’s not nearly as important. It’s only when he glances down that his face turns beat red and he’s conflicted on where the towel should go. One hand clasps the ends of his makeshift cloak while the other snatches his shirt to cover his groin after he’s made up his mind in a split second decision.
“ Ah ha ha... Ja.. I uh... “ He clears his throat, “ was.. AM. I am getting dressed. “













