<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Hoodie and black leggings.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ksenia’s room<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6, close to lunch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Time to reset<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia | Closed<br/><hr/>As much as she teased the decorative vibe of this place, she didn’t hate it. It was actually really pretty and sleek, it was just amusing that everywhere was the same, especially given the line of work. She was glad Ksenia didn’t seem to take offense to her teasing either. Delilah was lighthearted always, even in tricky situations, such as this one. Though it almost seemed easy to relax around this woman. For whatever reason, she trusted her. A lot more than she probably should, but Delilah chalked it up to the fact she had saved her from a monster trying to suck her blood. If she had wanted her dead, she would have let the vampire get her.<br/><br/>Delilah glanced back at the wardrobe for a brief moment when Ksenia mentioned she could take anything she wanted. She would probably have to eventually, unless she was able to head back to her apartment to collect a few things. And while Delilah was no fashion expert and often wore leather jackets and combat boots, her wardrobe really wouldn’t vibe with the rest of the Institute.<br/><br/>As she glanced back to Ksenia, she noticed the woman staring at her. It wasn’t uncomfortable or intimidating, but delicate. And it made heat start to rise in Delilah’s cheeks. She cleared her throat, shifting her position awkwardly, which was followed by Ksenia’s clap of the hands as she gestured for her to follow once more.<br/><br/>Relief washed over her when she realized it wasn’t a communal bathroom. She wouldn’t exactly feel comfortable being alone in a place where strangers could walk in. Delilah wasn’t a prude by any means, but did prefer to keep herself clothed in front of people she didn’t know. She slept around enough to not be embarrassed by her body, confident in her looks, but that didn’t mean she wanted anyone to see it. Plus, she didn’t trust anyone here besides Ksenia. And the idea of being away from her right now wasn’t something she wanted to experience.<br/><br/>The bathroom was pretty much as she expected, the aesthetic matching the room. It looked cute, though, and she liked the lightbulb fixtures that tied the vibe together.<strong>“I think this angsty vibe really suits you,”</strong>she teased, offering her a smile before stepping into the bathroom, placing the clothing on the bathroom counter.<br/><br/><strong>“Thank you,”</strong>she said sincerely after Ksenia gave her directions on where she could find everything she needed to get cleaned up. Then she closed the bathroom door behind her as she walked over to her bed to remove her boots.<br/><br/>Delilah didn’t bother locking it and made quick work to undress and get into the shower. She allowed the water to heat up a little before completely stepping under the stream, the hot water feeling therapeutic on her sore muscles. She had really hit the deck pretty hard when that vampire attacked her.<br/><br/>Reaching up to the back of her head, she was surprised to feel no wound there, despite the fact remembering she had most definitely smacked the shit out of her head. Regardless, she carefully rubbed her fingers along her scalp, cleaning the area well and just enjoying the warmth of the water. The shower’s cool feature of frosted glass the hotter it got was interesting, and Delilah was curious about what other cool features this place had.<br/><br/>She took a while in the shower, longer than she normally did, just enjoying the feeling of something familiar. Eventually, she called it quits, stepping out and drying herself off and drip drying her hair before pulling it up into a messy wet bun with the elastic she had on her wrist.  The leggings and hoodie fit perfectly and once she hung up her towel and gathered her dirty clothing in a pile in her arms, she stepped out of the bathroom back into the room.<br/><br/><strong>“Is the frosted glass some kind of magic? Or do you guys use normal technology too,”</strong>she asked curiously, half teasing, but half being serious.