<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=2933.msg89294#msg89294">Quote from: MadPanda on 29-11-2005, 18:52:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'll change after we get home. These aren't mine anyway."<br/><br/>He manages to get himself into the shower...but seems quite unconcerned about his privacy, stripping down without even closing the door. He's got quite the collection of bruises, scratches, and abrasions.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Anne gives him an appraising look over, if detachedly.  She starts to step away from the doorway, intending to get changed herself.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=2933.msg89294#msg89294">Quote from: MadPanda on 29-11-2005, 18:52:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's been a rough week," he says to the world in general. "I haven't gotten this fucked up since the last time I stopped Uncle Ben from marrying Gweneviere off to one of his staff officers..."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>... and that stops her in her tracks.<br/><br/>"What?  I know that he's never been thrilled with her dedication to the martial world, but I hadn't heard of that.  I guess it's been too long since I last talked to her.  When was that?"  In her mind, she starts to picture Gweneviere, and the trump she had painted of her.