Solomon peeled off his ruined spider-silk shirt and tossed the bloody fabric onto the floorboards. He needed to wash the dried dirt and gore from his skin.
The owl fluttered closer to capture a better angle of his scarred torso. He grabbed the bird by its wings and marched directly toward the small washroom attached to his quarters.
"You stay out here." Solomon shoved the drone into the main room and slammed the solid wooden door shut.
He stripped off his trousers and stepped under the running water of the spiritual showerhead. The scalding water washed the grime away and soothed his bruised knuckles.
[1Fizzy: we got locked out lol.]
[Fatal_Beauty: LET US IN!]
[User12: bro is actually shy.]
Solomon dried off and dressed in a fresh set of black combat trousers and a clean undershirt from his inventory. He stepped back into the bedroom and found the owl hovering patiently near the desk.
