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"Love that for you, but I've got a junior of yours over here that needs you."
"Ahh, such a shame, to meet my end like this...but if you carried my body, Ritsu, I would have no regrets."
To make yourself feel better, you spare a glance at your brother, who, as always, looks like a sewer rat after a rainfall.
You smile vindictively, and he cocks his head.
"Finally...I could barely breathe in that thing."
In spite of his grumbling earlier, Midori looks good with wet hair. Tch. Some guys have all the luck.
After what seems like an eternity, the showers finally shut off.
"Okay, all done! You can take off your masks and proceed to the safe room now!"
The door opposite to the one you entered from lights up with a green LED border.
Oh, you *hate* this. It is truly all you can do to keep yourself from hissing as the cold water sticks your clothes to your body and forces all the volume from your hair.
Unforgiveable. Someone will pay for this, mark your words.