Arashi looks at him without answering for a few moments more, searching for more information than Harvestman is immediately offering, but he doesn't press. Instead, he finishes rinsing out Harvestman's hair, and positions himself under the spray once more, just to be sure that everything is washed away.
When they emerge from the shower, Arashi fluffs his hair with a towel and then drapes it around his shoulders, taking more time and care with rubbing Harvestman down, as if he might possibly catch cold. Then he goes to his closet as he always does, but this time he only bothers to slip into a Japanese silk robe, black and stitched with a prowling white tiger. This he ties around himself before pulling out another, white instead of black, which he tugs around Harvestman before the other vampire can protest.
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When they emerge from the shower, Arashi fluffs his hair with a towel and then drapes it around his shoulders, taking more time and care with rubbing Harvestman down, as if he might possibly catch cold. Then he goes to his closet as he always does, but this time he only bothers to slip into a Japanese silk robe, black and stitched with a prowling white tiger. This he ties around himself before pulling out another, white instead of black, which he tugs around Harvestman before the other vampire can protest.
"I always thought you look good in white."