Not willing to dignify that detail with a response, Arashi nevertheless tugs Harvestman insistently under the spray with him. This time, they don't talk, although Arashi keeps casting lingering glances toward the other vampire, while he scrubs the filth from his hair and skin. The water runs red and brown before long, and Arashi drags his fingernails over his skin as if he could peel off the outermost layer and simply start fresh.

It's a good while before he deems himself clean enough, at a point when he might as well be sparkling. At that point, he grabs the shampoo, and tugs Harvestman closer. This is a ritual that he quite likes. "Turn around."