[Espy]

HAYATE

"...Are we really going to just stay here?" he asked, glancing around the place. It had been so long since he had been in a proper house.

"Well, I guess we don't have anywhere else to stay for now. I hope he doesn't mind me using the bathroom," he muttered, trying to locate the nearest toilet. "As for the barbeque, if any still exists after I'm done, that would be much appreci--" An earthquake-like rumble cut him off.

"...-ated," he finished while hurriedly and embarrassedly ducking into the bathroom. Kicking the door halfway shut, he screwed his eyes closed while bending his arms and trying to get the coat off. How do people wear heavy jackets like these...?

With the coat on the ground, Hayate moved on to the seeped-through bandages. This...doesn't look too good. Holding his breath seemed to be a good tactic until one particularly painful tugged drew a sharp gasp from him, and he peeked outside to make sure Maki had not heard.

...I guess I'll have to soak them...? Shoot, I should have learned first aid and such, he thought ruefully as he turned on the tap.