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Truth be told, Leon wanted to believe that Deus would have some moral ethics and not leave security cameras in their communal bathrooms. Then again,

this was Deus.

There was always some sort of chaos when it came to getting hygienic, a swarming at the sinks or the buildup of tissue in a urinal just for kicks and giggles. There was always something odd happening in their showers.

Clothes were neatly folded and left in a tiny locker, the shiny padlock that Leon invested up was locked into place, Far too many times had he been the victim of his clothes being misplaced. The key was placed in a sealed container that had a lanyard around his neck. always close at hand and on the boxer at all times. The scantily tiny towel that around his hips and short, but it did the job that he wanted, modesty if only for the moment. The wash caddy he carried around was just a small wicker basket and the beginning of a shower routine.

Standing in front of a urinal with the fold of the towel parted and one hand aiming, the other scrolling through his phone and checking up on todays schedule.

Robert was running around with a plush T-rex, threatening to give it to the other bathroom attendees.

Just another day at the men's main showers. "Grand ******** central station in here like always." he grumbled aloud before giving the customary three shakes and flushing before moving over to the wall of sinks and washing up his hands, and then his face.

"You showed her, though," Harrison said, dropping to rub his neck some, before returning to put shampoo in the rest of his hair.

"She's just like, I don't know. She doesn't have a plan. She's like a dog chasing a ******** car. She doesn't have the power to like, I don't know. Ruin everything. And it's not unconscious. Look at him. Like, really look. Gives me a headache."

He gave Dwight a free pass for lying about being a medic and leaving Wilson to drown too.

"Dwight's not important either," he grumbled.

The air was sweet with the different mingling soaps and shampoos. Having already documented his own guesses on most everyone's brand here, he took a little glance at the various bottles, knowing each brand just by a glance, and was taking points for his spot on accuracy. There was also note os caring, freckles, general tidiness with manscaping, among general inspection.

He also noticed Harrison using Mane and Tail. Knew it.

Then he looked down to see Robert more or less grinding the air above him.

:I

Melvin's hand reached out as he stared down at Robert, found the shower knob, and turned the water to Cold.

[Insert Jake finding Wilson's soaking clothes and dragging his sorry a** out the showers before more indecencies were performed]

He was done. SO done.

Dakota waved his hand at Robert who was thrusting on the floor.

"That Deryk, Is the meaning of living life to the fullest. Because who gives anymore ******** right?"

Right. <********." He rubbed his chin, holding Deryk tight in case he wanted to escape. "The only option is to join him!" Dakota then pulled the hunter down and joined the life hunter in his dance.

He would late call it the seducing of innocent girls via shower cam dance.

Jerry gave an exasperated sigh, gingerly setting his towel and shaving kit down before venturing forth into dangerous territory. He sidestepped carefully around Robert's thrusting form, his face red and self conscious as he made to make a scramble for his lost scrubber.

Deryk stared with some sense of horror as Robert danced for him. And got on the floor and...

His eyes. His eeeyeesss. All the while, Tooley was giggling in the back of his head. He could have sworn he heard her whistle too. NO. BAD TOOLEY. BAD.

And then he had to be dragged down with Dakota and Robert in this.

The death hunter might have blacked out at this point. Brain got overloaded. Unable to take anymore.