Ignoring the cackling coming through the mind link, Cynrik hurried off to shower; upon reaching the bathroom, he triple-checked the lock and, for good measure, pulled out a sturdy metal chair from his inventory to brace against the door. Once satisfied that no one was getting in, he quickly showered and, when he finished, changed into a loose-fitting pair of black gym shorts and a matching black tank top.
"So freaking annoying; I miss the fucking days where I could take an hour-long shower, uninterrupted." Grumbling his complaints under his breath, Cynrik stowed away his towel, dirty jogger pants, and boxer shorts inside his inventory so he could wash them later. This had become a habit over the last few months because one day, he walked in on Selene buried under his dirty laundry.