[To say that the new regime was inconvenient for Dorian is an understatement: two minutes worth of hot showers, the chill in the air with the ship running on less power, the taking of certain of his belongings! Dorian hardly created anything that could remotely be called clutter, and yet certain of his things were gone and that included some of his wine stores. It was certainly enough to make a grump out of him, never mind that his feet were positively freezing.
Warm showers id little to help, as he'd just experienced that warm shifts to cold in a short space of time. Not enough time at all to groom properly forcing him to continue even as the water became bracingly cold. Fortunately the one thing that hadn't taken from him were his grooming tools, there certainly would have been an uproar of gargantuan proportions had that happened. The only way he could achieve any level of warmth was to layer up: thermals, pajamas, socks, slippers, a robe, and a blanket...as long as he was well groomed he could care less about what he wore. Not that he wore anything badly, but who simply walked around in their bedroom clothing?
He could have stayed in his room, hid under his blankets, but sitting still did nothing to take his mind off of his and so he left his quarters? Did it cure what ails him? No, but seeing a familiar face in the halls went a long way to help, however, even if his timing could have been better.]
Such a tragic waste it would be to lose such a handsome face. [Dorian offered a smile that was both concerned and sympathetic.]
hallways - because no one does late like Dorian does late
Warm showers id little to help, as he'd just experienced that warm shifts to cold in a short space of time. Not enough time at all to groom properly forcing him to continue even as the water became bracingly cold. Fortunately the one thing that hadn't taken from him were his grooming tools, there certainly would have been an uproar of gargantuan proportions had that happened. The only way he could achieve any level of warmth was to layer up: thermals, pajamas, socks, slippers, a robe, and a blanket...as long as he was well groomed he could care less about what he wore. Not that he wore anything badly, but who simply walked around in their bedroom clothing?
He could have stayed in his room, hid under his blankets, but sitting still did nothing to take his mind off of his and so he left his quarters? Did it cure what ails him? No, but seeing a familiar face in the halls went a long way to help, however, even if his timing could have been better.]
Such a tragic waste it would be to lose such a handsome face. [Dorian offered a smile that was both concerned and sympathetic.]