"You piss me off and have a foul mouth, maybe I should destroy you then," Alois said. He was getting sick of being told everything he did pisses the demon off and stinking so badly, he knew he smelled just fine. When he was told to take a shower he was glad to get the hell away from him and to have some time to himself so that he could think the whole situation over in his mind. He followed the other and blocked out his voice as he glanced around the bathroom, turning to tell Zico to get the hell out he saw that he was already gone. Good. He slammed the door as loudly as he could and locked the door so he couldn't barge in whenever he so damned pleased.<br/><br/>Taking his boxers off he turned the shower on and waited for it to be burning hot before stepping in. Looking at the body wash and hair products he realized if he used them he'd smell just like Zico. The thought made him cringe, even if he didn't mind how the other smelled. Begrudgingly he grabbed the wash and a random rag and began scrubbing himself down. He was sure to get all the blood and scraps of dirt off his body. When it came to the scar he was incredibly gentle, scared it might just... peel off and he'd have to go through the whole experience all over again.<br/><br/>Next was his hair which he did as quickly as he could, deciding that the shower was not at all relaxing and instead, making him panic a bit. He just wanted to go back to his home and see Jay. When the water ran clear he stepped out of the shower and grabbed the nearest towel and began to dry himself. Once again, being very careful around his scar. He then stood in front of the mirror, thankfully he could only see his upper half. He only looked for a few moments before wrapping the towel around his hips. Looking down he bit his inner cheek, silently wishing towels were longer so he could wear it like a girl would and it'd drape down to cover his legs.<br/><br/>Opening the door he walked out, a puff of smoke following after him. "I need clothes unless you want me fucking naked!" Alois hadn't heard him talk about getting clothes, so the demon had no physical way to give him clothes as he locked the door. Of course though, Alois wouldn't walk around naked. He was already starting to worry about his exposed side and half of his leg. His hands trembled a bit as he ran his fingers along the skin, a weak breath leaving him as he leaned against a wall. "Please bring me clothes..." He whispered in a broken tone. Tears were at the back of his throat, filling his mouth with a sour taste.