[At the mention of 'freshening up' Byleth realised oh, yeah, he was kind of gross too. Why did he feel so grimy...]
Yes. An hour. Goodbye.
[With that, he just, cuts the Communion. Sorry, Claude, after the week he's just had his tolerance for mind talks are in the negatives.
Also, in addition to the general griminess and exhaustion, he belatedly came to realise a somewhat alarming fact: his hair was considerably shaggier than he recalled it being before that whole nightmare started. Just how long had they been under that tree for? Just how many days had he lost without realising? Since when had his hair started reaching past his shoulders???? The inability to answer these questions himself was beyond unnerving and, admittedly, scary.
But it prompted him to clean up quickly (greasy hair was not fun when there was some length to it) and try to figure out the logistics of hacking his hair short with just his knife. This is definitely the scene Claude will enter to once he reached his house: Byleth, in just his tunics, hair damp from his recent clean-up, squatting over the small pond in his garden trying to use it as a mirror as he hacked his hair back to being short (success is... dubious.)]
Edited (when u get the 6am thought of wait T2 discord + week in tree = longish hair) 2023-06-06 05:14 (UTC)
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[He's gross! No doubt they're all gross. But he still wants to check on Byleth as soon as possible, given everything.]
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Yes. An hour. Goodbye.
[With that, he just, cuts the Communion. Sorry, Claude, after the week he's just had his tolerance for mind talks are in the negatives.
Also, in addition to the general griminess and exhaustion, he belatedly came to realise a somewhat alarming fact: his hair was considerably shaggier than he recalled it being before that whole nightmare started. Just how long had they been under that tree for? Just how many days had he lost without realising? Since when had his hair started reaching past his shoulders???? The inability to answer these questions himself was beyond unnerving and, admittedly, scary.
But it prompted him to clean up quickly (greasy hair was not fun when there was some length to it) and try to figure out the logistics of hacking his hair short with just his knife. This is definitely the scene Claude will enter to once he reached his house: Byleth, in just his tunics, hair damp from his recent clean-up, squatting over the small pond in his garden trying to use it as a mirror as he hacked his hair back to being short (success is... dubious.)]