Shy Blue Eyes ⟲⟳ Chapter Fifty-Two

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Feather forced himself to get up and get dressed, choosing a loose black hoodie with purple flowers and a coffin design on the back and baggy black cargo pants. Lav was still fast asleep, pleased with the morning's activities. Feather gently covered Lav with the comforter, making sure he would stay warm, then left the room, stretching his arms above his head. He knew he should probably take a shower after all that and get cleaned up. He walked into the bathroom, finding Tori taking a shower behind the frosted doors of the stalls. He ignored her, walking into one of the shower stalls, turning on the warm water. He kind of spaced out while he washed himself off, and while he got dressed again. He turned off the water, stepping out of the shower stall while he was still pulling his hoodie on. He still hadn't really bothered to pay Tori any attention. He dried his hair off, or rather shook the water out, sending water droplets everywhere. Tori was standing by the sink on the other side of the room, drying her long light gray hair off with the blow dryer. She saw him in the mirror and turned around to look at him. "Oh. Hey there," she said, tilting her head and giving him a friendly smile. "Hey," Feather droned, walking over to the sink next to her to brush his teeth. "You... doing okay? You're limping a bit." Feather paused for a moment while he was putting his toothbrush under the water. "I'm fine. Just hurt my leg in the accident," he lied, hoping that it would be believable. "You were walking fine yesterday," Tori stated, leaning against the counter. "I was on adrenaline. I didn't feel much." "Still, there would've been a noticeable limp on you, or a tear in your pants where you got hurt, but you were fine." Feather froze up for an almost imperceptible moment, trying to think of a few believable lies to tell. "I was spaced out the whole time. And Lav carried me from the second I got to the hotel. There wasn't a noticeable limp because there was none to notice. I was being carried." Tori's eyes narrowed. It was clear she wanted to say something else, but she stayed silent and went back to drying her hair. "Whatever helps you sleep at night," she muttered. "Whatever," Feather grumbled, finally getting to brush his teeth. He quickly left the bathroom after he finished.