Fine. [ Seriously. Whatever accident he was in, it wasn't a bad one, was it? He doesn't care. ] Stand by the door. [ Something in him tells Malia what to do before slipping inside one of the resident locker rooms, letting the door close behind him. He pulls on the scrub bottoms first, before the scrub top. He even finds short sock substitutes and steals brown boots.
In the mirror, it looks ridiculous, but he has clothes now.
Opening the door into his room, it doesn't smack Malia, luckily. He's dressed now, at least.
Moving past her, he trashes his gown into one of the receptacles. He assumes she's following him. ]
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In the mirror, it looks ridiculous, but he has clothes now.
Opening the door into his room, it doesn't smack Malia, luckily. He's dressed now, at least.
Moving past her, he trashes his gown into one of the receptacles. He assumes she's following him. ]