Nightshift 32: Men's Bathrooms (M81-M120)
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Angel stepped inside the bathroom, the sword held loosely in his hand. He let the door close on its own, but didn't quite shut it completely, scanning his darkened surroundings instead. A part of him found it vaguely odd that he was even in here. He hadn't been in a public bathroom in...well, ever. Going any place in public where there were mirrors around just wasn't a good idea in general, and there hadn't exactly been any need to, either.
Unless dismantling sinks was on the to-do list, apparently.
He'd been warned that there could be something in the mirrors, but giving them a quick glance now, he couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary. Not yet, at least. And if he was lucky (who was he kidding?), they'd stay that way.
Angel stepped inside the bathroom, the sword held loosely in his hand. He let the door close on its own, but didn't quite shut it completely, scanning his darkened surroundings instead. A part of him found it vaguely odd that he was even in here. He hadn't been in a public bathroom in...well, ever. Going any place in public where there were mirrors around just wasn't a good idea in general, and there hadn't exactly been any need to, either.
Unless dismantling sinks was on the to-do list, apparently.
He'd been warned that there could be something in the mirrors, but giving them a quick glance now, he couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary. Not yet, at least. And if he was lucky (who was he kidding?), they'd stay that way.