Oooohhhh fuck, man, a nap sounds so fucking good. But first, a shower. He gives that bed a slightly wishful look before nodding. "Yeah, sure. Because a scar will magically make me more attractive to anyone." He snorts before heading into the shower. Seriously, he never understood that. All a scar meant was you were hurt and healed. How did that make someone more attractive?

It certainly gave him something to think about as he tried to figure out how to work the shower. Eventually he figured it out and was able to blessedly wash all of the sewer crap and blood. His face stung like a bitch but he was clean damnit!

Clean, dry, and dressed in dark gray pants and lighter gray tunic, he stepped back into the room. There was a belt, vest, and boots to go along with the outfit but he tossed those on a chair to be dealt with later. "Fuck it's good to be clean again."