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Who: Axl and Open?
When: Evening (20:10)
Where: Showers
What: Cleaning himself and what have you?
Rating: TBA

With a small huff, Axl stepped into the showers. He hated doing this every time. Once, the guy had to punch a man just to get a point across. Rough thing to do just to cover your bum to get through a way to clean yourself. Undeterred by the odds that would probably be stacked against him one day, he undressed. Stripping off the shirt first he looked around, nope, no one was looking. Then he kicked out of the bottoms, there was still a no with that bit. He sighed in relief, this was all he needed. Still, the man didn't feel safe, but there he was standing in the shower, waiting for someone to strike so he could punch their lights out. He had heard rumors and stories of people getting gang raped up the ass, but none really have tried it yet on the twenty-one year old fighter.

He grabbed the soap, it slipped out of his hands and onto the floor. His palm hit his face, why did the old joke of 'don't drop the soap' have to happen to him? He would ignore it, that was a bad omen or something. He reached for the shampoo and just washed his hair instead, ignoring the fact that the bar of soap was slipping out of his view and gliding out into the walkway between the showers. He didn't need it anyway right? He could always come back in the morning. That was the attitude he was taking as he kept scrubbing the smell of cleaning solution off his skin with shampoo of all things. Hell, this was better than nothing and he didn't want to go to his cell smelling like ammonia used to clean the freaking walls.  Bloody hell he hated that sent.  How he got stuck with being janitor he didn't know, but these days he was cleaning toilets, picking trash, and feeling like a bag of shit because the guards all loved to make him do extra work.  Ky was the only saving grace.  If he wasn't there, the fighter would have lost all respect for authority at all.  Even then, with how young the guy was, he didn't take him serious enough.

Trying his damnedest to get the smell of cleaners off his hair was proving difficult, and it was a chore.  He wasn't about to cut his blond locks.  Nope, that would be torture for him.  So, he did his best to get solutions and chemicals off his body the best he could.

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"All right...I will." He smiled with his hushed tone, shivering to the purring Zato so close to his ear. With almost an instinct he laid his chin on the man's shoulder.

"I don't think I've been like this with a guy before." He said in hushed tones.

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Zato smiled, and gently kissed the younger man on the forehead, "It'll be alright. I promise ... I'll be gentle on you" he wouldn't admit wether he had, or hadn't ever done something with another man. One would wonder with him being blind. he smiled, "I'll just need your help" he said with a smirk, and gently started out of the shower, using the bars as a guide.

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Axl, wondering if Zato had ever truly done it either, started after him and took his hand to help lead him out. "Where to, Zat?" He wasn't sure of the nickname but he did squeeze the man's hand lightly.

Axl started out of the shower room with the man. Inmates were looking them both over as they stepped out together. Axl gave a scowl and an evil glare.

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"Cell x14b ... it's near the beginning." He smiled, He could sense the stares, and followed Axl along, his hand running along the man's hip, as he smiled. "I don't care if they stare ... they only wish they could see the way I do" he grinned. And felt along the way.