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"Oh," Jerry relaxed considerably, and only then seemed to register all of the broken glass. At least he hadn't been the cause of it, but he wasn't entirely surprised. The important thing was, despite the blown out windows, the tape had held for the most part, and there was little near the windows to get any rain damage while he had been gone.

A good fabreezing would have helped, though.

"Um. Th-thank you," He added awkwardly, accepting the plastic bag before dodging into the bathroom.

It felt good to shower, and he thanked his lucky stars the hot water was working, at least for now. Months of jungle swirled away down the drain, and somehow he managed to pull a comb through his hair, and when he finally stepped out again in a fresh set of sweats and an undershirt, he looked far more human, if still a bit shaggy.

"Er... you don't need to um. Thank you for the help, ah..." It was odd. She was nearly a stranger, really, although there was years of false history locked in his head from Blue Kingdom. Roar purred his approval in the back of his head, still baffled how these hotties seemed to fall uselessly into Jerry's lap, but Jerry didn't question it.

False history aside, they were still friends, right? After his months in seclusion, it felt nice to have the company- company besides Roar, any way.

"Oh, you mean Roar?" Jerry was flushing hotly, trying not to let his eyes stray too long on exposed skin or his glasses would fog up. "He er... he's actually my weapon," He tried to explain, "I er... could summon him if you'd like to say hello, but he's not really an indoor sort of er... beast," He laughed nervously, still careful to step on the floor with his bare feet. It looked as though she had gotten the majority of the glass at least.

"It's still very nice of you. I mean... I mean sure we knew eachother in Blue Kingdom but... well, that er... that- at least for the most part, that wasn't me. Except at the er... at the end." He cleared his throat, "Although I'm sure you er... know when the ah... transition happened... ahahaha... I suppose I aught to tape up those windows until a Moony can get to them, huh? What happened, exactly? I didn't do this this time."

"Oh, er, yes... yes um!" Jerry squeaked as chests were accentuated and explanations were had about the broken windows.

He shuffled over to examine the replacements, although the breeze was nice at the moment, "That was er... certainly nice of them! Yes, er... those sorts of... hallucination things seem to happen a lot. As er... I'm sure you've caught on, ahahaha. I should er... probably shave," He scratched at his hairy chin, still a bit flustered with what to do with company like Cee. "I'd er... offer you coffee or something but I'm not sure I'd trust anything I left in my kitchen... I thought I was going to be gone a week and er... it wasn't a week."

Happy to keep busy, he riffled through his cardboard box on the coffee table for his bathroom bag. After a certain point of living alone in the woods, he had forgone most general hygiene issues. After all, who was to get mad about a beard while monsters and leopards were trying to eat you? He was careful not to rumple the notebooks sitting on the bottom of the box, but pulled out the bundle containing his straight razor.

"Oh, excellent! You.. you enjoy singing, then?" He perked up considerably, calling over the running water in the bathroom as he tended to the mess that was his face. It was tricky navigation, but a trail he had traveled before, and made as quick a work of it as he could.

There was something therapeutic to running a sharp blade against his face, he had found, and fear shields at least took care of any slip-ups. Even if he wasn't as practiced as... some people... that bit of magic at least gave the illusion of competence.

"My Gran wanted me to become our Synagogue's next cantor, ahahaha... I was never terribly spiritual, though. Just what I needed to memorize for my bar mitzvah, really."

He washed the excess soap off his face, taking a moment to tend to his cheek before continuing, "You know... I've... I've been working on a bit of a... a production... if you were interested in auditioning?"

"After everything we've seen? I wouldn't be surprised if there was some... cackling creature in the sky dictating our fates like... like some ridiculous chess player, that's for certain," He laughed as well, sounding as though the more settled in to normal life he became, the more relaxed as well. It was nice... talking to someone who wasn't an irritable supplies-drop attendee, Roar, or himself.

"Well... well, the production's... been under way for... for a while now.. I keep rewriting things. It's got some fresh spots in the orchestration, I know there's a lot of musicians on the island, it's just a matter of ah... getting them interested in it as well. It's kind of... become my magnum opus, I suppose. Gotta' leave something worthwhile behind, even if it's just a few scraps of sheet music, right? I um. I was a music teacher before... before I came here, actually. Not much of a demand for that here, though."

"Certainly not Los Vegas, ahahaha..."

Jerry leaned back from the mirror, turning his head this way and that to make sure he hadn't missed any spots.

He had. They were quickly tended to. He had thought for a moment about keeping a mustache, but thankfully nixed the idea. The trimming scissors sat on the sink, mocking him for a moment as he debated.

Cut your damn hair, you dirty hippy, Roar gave a snarling chuckle in the back of his head, and he sighed before obliging. It was tricky doing it himself, he wasn't as skilled at it as Candace or Sasha, but it needed to be done. He kept it a little long where he could just in case as he snipped away.

"Philadelphia, actually," He remembered to murmur as he concentrated on how to approach his bangs. There was a moment of pride as he managed to get some sort of layered look that covered at least some of the scars on his cheek. "You? Your accent is familiar, you've got to be East Coast."

"Jersey!" was all he managed before suddenly he was juggling scissors and a sharp pain in his shoulder as he was shoved. To his relief, she snatched them from him, and he sat back, "We'd go to the Jersey Shore now and then! Mostly Atlantic City before my grandfather passed and um. Gran's health started to wane-" He managed, but once again that blush reclaimed his so-called 'baby face', as she took his trim into her own hands.

Well, one day he would get a hang of doing it himself, but he was relieved to have someone more knowledgeable on the task. "Do I look like I could pass in civilized society?" He laughed weakly, trying to stay still. "Seriously, though- small world, huh!"

His blush returned, and the pinch didn't help, "Er... which one? Ahahahaha," He nervously ran his own hands through the hair- it did feel better. Yes, he felt he was successfully able to face the other hunters now with minimal teasing at least.

"If.. if you mean this," He patted his cheek, "Er... there... was this sort of... dragon. It should have killed me. I think it did, actually- this is just the tip of the ice berg, it er... goes all the way across my back, um. Well, it was... I sort of... threw myself between the fire and.. and someone who meant a lot to me. Golly, it's been so long now, I almost can't remember what I looked like without it."

He brushed the hair trimmings off his shoulder as he stood to wash up as well, "I certainly hope you haven't had anything bad enough to leave scars yet- it's a dangerous business we're in."