[Alexander was back to humming as he removed his own clothing, intent on a wash down himself. He was less important as he made certain to upkeep basic hygiene as much as possible. The exposure to the outside though, the voices, the questions, the judging forced him to focus on song, to gather his thoughts and push away the residual effects that were no doubt meant to unsettle him. He had actions that needed to be taken, and he was not interested in being distracted by it. It was honestly no worse than he had faced before in his long life, so it took just a few moments of calming.
He settled his clothing in need of washing next to where the Soldier was attempting to wash out the stiff and gross material. Filthy, he thought. The Soldier and Bucky Barnes should know better than to let it get like this! It irked him more than the accusing voices had, which was not surprising to him.]
Use that sink over there to wash yourself. There's a sponge and a cloth and some soap. Hair first and work your way down to your toes. I'll finish up this task.
[There was no point belittling an inability, and he knew the Soldier was far more deadly and focused on other matters. He had hand washed clothing many times as a young boy, helping his mother with her daily household tasks. She never believed in having house staff that would do the same job as she could, so when they were around, his mother would insist that his hands were just as dirty. "Learn to live in every man and woman's shoes, Alex," she would tell him. "We are all the same: people. No job should ever be too big or small for you if it isn't for someone else." So, he had washed laundry, and he would do so again. It was personal choice rather than a sense of obligation.
So, he took over, washing out the Soldier's clothing, slapping it on the side of the sink and the floor, rubbing it down vigorously, changing the water when it became too foul and allowed the next articles to soak before doing it all over again. He worked and he hummed, seemingly not minding that he was literally washing another man's underwear. It was no worse than trying to help a man gather his own guts up and yell for a medic only to have to pray and wait for the brief and messy end to come. The point was that everything was washed clean eventually.]
I've heard that possession can happen here, and it's generally old members of the population doing so?
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He settled his clothing in need of washing next to where the Soldier was attempting to wash out the stiff and gross material. Filthy, he thought. The Soldier and Bucky Barnes should know better than to let it get like this! It irked him more than the accusing voices had, which was not surprising to him.]
Use that sink over there to wash yourself. There's a sponge and a cloth and some soap. Hair first and work your way down to your toes. I'll finish up this task.
[There was no point belittling an inability, and he knew the Soldier was far more deadly and focused on other matters. He had hand washed clothing many times as a young boy, helping his mother with her daily household tasks. She never believed in having house staff that would do the same job as she could, so when they were around, his mother would insist that his hands were just as dirty. "Learn to live in every man and woman's shoes, Alex," she would tell him. "We are all the same: people. No job should ever be too big or small for you if it isn't for someone else." So, he had washed laundry, and he would do so again. It was personal choice rather than a sense of obligation.
So, he took over, washing out the Soldier's clothing, slapping it on the side of the sink and the floor, rubbing it down vigorously, changing the water when it became too foul and allowed the next articles to soak before doing it all over again. He worked and he hummed, seemingly not minding that he was literally washing another man's underwear. It was no worse than trying to help a man gather his own guts up and yell for a medic only to have to pray and wait for the brief and messy end to come. The point was that everything was washed clean eventually.]
I've heard that possession can happen here, and it's generally old members of the population doing so?