[Toki]

((i'm running a virus scanner right now which takes up a lot of speed, and ive been working on cosplay stuff all day = 3= ))

"Aww, he's modest. How cute." Djinn said, his tone highly patronizing. He turned on the water, setting it to lukewarm-- he knew the burns would hurt like hell under hot water-- and put in two heaping scoops of the mineral flakes, which dissolved and started to turn the water a pale pink colour. He took a large cup from the cabinet above the toilet, filled it with some of the pink water, and dunked it over Brandon's head, then drizzled some peppermint-smelling shampoo into his hair and started scrubbing.
"You don't seem to be the type of person to let people help you. You're a loner; you don't build relationships; if you can do something alone, you will. Am I right?" Djinn shielded Brandon's eyes with one hand and poured water over his head again to rinse the shampoo. "But you like Avia. I know y'all have a lot of history, and I know she likes you, too, even if she wants to rip your head off right now (but that's y'all's issue to sort out). She's got a soft spot for chocolate truffles, did you know? And the smell of warm vanilla. Yamiko likes a stiff drink every now and again. Her favourite is Dwarven ale even though she gets smashed from one pint. She likes the spiciness of it." He took a small washcloth and dipped it in the water, then started blotting gingerly at the laceration on Brandon's arm.
He was silent for a few moments, and then spoke up again. "But, you know, that's your problem-- you seem to have so thoroughly convinced yourself that you're fine to do everything alone when you're obviously not, I mean hell, look at this shit. But you don't want to hurt anyone, right? You don't want to drag them into your bullshit. You're a downright moron, but you've got a good heart, I can tell, but you still have a lot to learn if you want to beat the fuck out of whoever sliced you up like this. It's about more than just strength and skill, you know."
Once the water was high enough, Djinn leaned over and shut it off, then got to work on the cut on Brandon's chest. It looked like it was healing all right on its own, but there was still quite a bit of blood and bruising around the wound itself.
"Now, I might be completely wrong about all that, but from what I've seen outta you today, I feel like I'm at least half-right. Maybe like three quarters right." Djinn stood, handing the washcloth to Brandon. "I'll let you wash yourself up more. I'm gonna go find something for you to wear, 'cuz you sure as hell ain't puttin' those rags back on."

With that, he left, going into Matt's room and grabbing a pair of green plaid flannel pajama pants and a plain grey T-shirt out of her dresser before slipping out and crossing the hall. He went ahead and grabbed a fresh towel from the linen closet before knocking quietly on the bathroom door and letting himself back in.
"These are Matt's, but y'all seem to be about the same size, and half her stuff is men's clothes anyway. If you're done, the shower head detaches so you don't have to stand up to rinse off." He reached up and took said shower head down, resting it on the ledge of the bath tub. "Let me know if you need any more help, okay? For real." With that, Djinn left the bathroom again and went to the kitchen for another cup of tea.

((djinn is the official "everyone's mom" character ok))