"Yeah, yeah" he says as she waved him off. Not like it mattered, it wasn't like he was planning to turn this into a habit. Next chance he got, he would complain to maintenance, nothing was more demoralizing than having a rough night of sweating or shivering because the centralized heating and cooling in this place was as shit as ever. He continued down the hallway to the end of another intersection, before hooking right and out of sight from the girl. Content to be alone once more he tossed his clothes onto one of the many free benches that were left unoccupied, not even bothering to use a locker at this time of hour.<br/><br/>Walking across the room, he made his way from the changing room to the segregated showers sticking to the side that was designated for his gender. Cold water, colder than one would want to take in the morning, ran down the length of his hair, beading and running off in torrents that continued down his strong set jawline. Yawning, he leaned against the shower, placing arm and head against the sterile tiles of the shower wall, allowing the water to run down the length of his spine, tense muscles soothed by the feeling of coolness.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Refreshed, and dressed once more in the clothes of a civilized man, Mithos was much more human than he had felt in the morning. Finishing the last button on a simple dress shirt as he walked from the changing room back towards the main hall, he cut a stunning image.<br/><br/>He was clean shaven, save but a strip of facial hair that cut a sharp goatee along his chin. His hair was once more clean, the vibrant sheen of the dark brown hair catching the light of the sterile hallways as he walked past the room of the girl again.