Not Abel to keep quiet
Abel grimaced at the scent of blood. He followed the scent then the sound of sobbing then the sight of blood. He shuddered a little when he finally got close to the source, but it was kinda rude to pull the curtain of the stall. “Umm…Are you okay?”he said softly before face-palming. That was a stupid question.
There was someone out there. He freaked out, gripping onto the shower stall and scrabbling to try and grab the knife he used to slice off the chitin. His voice was wavering with effort, but he managed to growl out. “Yes, go-go away.”










