"C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up."
He smiles, holding out his hand for her to grab.
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He leaves for the men's showers. They were empty, since the medical building recieved little visitors today. He sheds his clothing, walking into the shower and turning on the water. The lukewarm water rushes onto his body, he begins rubbing his crimson red skin of any filth. He takes his time, enjoying the feeling of the water.
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She quickly showers, she always did. She dries off and puts on a plain white shirt and some black leggings. She was surprised they had those... She then makes her way over to the men's showers, waiting outside. She didn't feel safe... And she wanted Tulleesh to come out, so she waited. Eventually she got antsy enough. One peek wouldn't hurt. She wouldn't see anything. She just peeked in the entryway.
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Tulleesh was standing with his back against the wall, eyes closed. The water was rushing down his tattooed body. He was carefully washing his horns. The water furled down his chiseled pecks, his abs and down his handsome man tool. It was fairly large, about seven inches, and that's only when it wasn't erect. It then cascaded down his muscled legs, following the mapping of his thighs and calves, down to his feet. A separate stream of water trailed down his scaled tail.
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His eyes were closed, so he didn't see her. After some time, the water comes to a halt. He dries himself up, gets dressed back in his monk clothes and walks out of the showers, noticing she was there. "Oh! Hello, Monica. Have you been waiting for me?"
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Ryker was unconscious, having been shot multiple times by Angel rounds that shredded his armor. This suit was totaled, he'd need another one. It sparked, pieces fell off every now and then and the joints would lock ever so often. "G...Garret..." He says, while still unconscious.