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Shizuka Doumeki (throughyoureye) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"I honestly can't smell anything," he moved to reassure her with the slightest shrug of his shoulders. To be honest, all of his senses seemed a touch dulled at the immediate moment but he didn't think that was the strongest reason why - the real reason, he supposed, was that all strong smells seemed to fade from consciousness after being around them so long. In a place like this, where one would almost expect to find a variety of things in various states of decay, that was likely a blessing. "Though, if that's true, you really should get the first chance at a shower, if we ever find a way to warm up the water."

The mention of 'Rape Caves' and the taking of showers therein caused Domeki to raise his eyebrows in silent question but he wasn't going to press for more information - especially not when it was already clear that particular portion of her life was one best left undisturbed. "There have been a few times where I've had to take a tepid shower when the heater at the shrine went faulty - but I'm starting to think that'll be nothing compared to what this next shower will be like," he sighed slightly and shook his head. This was all a very good argument for the importance of finding a way to heat a few massive pots of water but, should they be able to accomplish that, there would probably be many more practical uses. "If nothing else, I suppose the cold will help to clear my head."

"It really wasn't the best experience in my life, but it wasn't the worst either. I'm glad I wasn't injured, too, but I am sorry that I worried you." He offered her a wan smile - the best he could manage in his current state. Really, he probably wouldn't even count the experiences of the day before as anything more than an inconvenience if not for the fact that he was now unable to sleep off the lingering effects. "Cheesy?" For a brief moment, he appeared puzzled by the strange turn of phrase but he imagined that it was just another example of cultural differences. "It really doesn't sound bad to me - I'd be glad to have you as an honorary older sister."

"Ah, I'm sorry. It's hard not to be a little jealous of such a fine sense of fashion," he apologized formally, and entirely in jest, even adding the slightest of bows. "Though, from how you describe the other outfit, I'm not entirely sure that I'm all that eager to have you share your sense of fashion." He grinned slightly, wondering just how ridiculous both of them must have looked after their sojourn in the thrift store and just slightly curious as to exactly how bad the other half of the pair had fared. "It does sound like something from which you should have a souvenir - but I can't imagine that there's a working camera anywhere in town."

"It does leave a lot to be desired but I feel a bit better already," Domeki agreed. Taking her on her word that it would be better if he drank it quickly, he closed his eyes and chugged the remains of the can. As he set aside the can, he had to note that he felt quite a bit better. "Huh. That really is better."

"I'm hoping that it stops by the end of the night. It can't be good for any of us to not be able to sleep and it isn't going to make getting along any easier," he frowned a moment and shook is head. "This place must be getting to me - it almost sounds as if whoever is running this wants us to be at each others throats and is willing to prod us into it by any means necessary." Catching himself, he grinned weakly. "Or it could be that I'm getting paranoid due to lack of sleep. "I think I should be able to tune them out for as long as they last. I'm not too worried - the noise and lack of sleep isn't going to kill me."