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Looking about with great gratification for her kindness, I stepped carefully as not to leave dirty footprints on the ground. "Wow...this is a really nice place...Quaint and simplistic...Very down-to-earth..." As I entered the kitchen area, I stepped next to her; observing what she did carefully. "Anything I can do to--what's this...?"

Immediately distracted, I stepped over to the window; staring deeply into the city streets. "Wow...Never really knew that such interesting architecture existed...Very strange, yet...amazing at the same time..." Looking back at her with the same goofy smile, I asked her innocently, "I suppose you're used to this sort of thing, though, right? I mean, after all, you were lucky enough to live in such an enviroment."

Osberving the strange pastry with questionable eyes, I hesitantly grabbed it; turning it over and looking at it carefully. "What...is this...?" Holding it up to my nose, I sniffed it carefully. "Hm...smells pretty good..."

Raising it to my mouth, I bit into it; moving it around in my mouth. "Wow! This is good!" Eating it happily, I looked at her with greatful eyes. "Never had such a strange style of food before in my life...What are these things called...? Oh, who cares...thank you!"

"Poptart, huh...? Weird..." Holding the remaining pastry with my mouth, I walked over to her and gently placed a hand upon her head; cradling it with a comforting rubbing motion. "You ok?" My words slightly muffled by the food.

Standing there, I gazed at the top of her head; caressing her bruise softly. "Hm..." Looking around, I noticed the place to be somewhat in shambles. Dishware and bowls and other assorted cooking items scattered about. "...Here...let me repay your kindness partially..." Stepping over to the sink, I examined it carefully. "Hm..." Placing a hand on one of the fosits, I cautiously turned on the water; jerking in astonishment. "Huh! Wow...that's just...uh...Yeah..."

Looking about as the water ran slowly, I took a bowl and placed it in the sink; searching for something to clean it with. "...Ok...I have...no idea..." Turning the fosit off discouragedly, I turned to her--head hung low. "...Sorry...I really don't know what I'm doing..."

Nodding in compliance, I headed towards the other rooms--searching for the illegid dirty dishes. "Hm...Too bad I can't really focus right now..." As I walked into a room with what appearted to be a folded futon ((the couch)), I saw another window peering into the alleyways of the housing complex. "An entire world at the ends of my fingertips...and yet if I step foot out there, I could be sent right back to where I was..."

Shaking my head, I grabbed a dirtied glass before me on a small stand. "Well...nevertheless...this is my home...and I am on a leash...Freedom isn't free..." Mulling around in a dry tone, I walked back into the kitchen--face instantly cheerful for her sake. I then extended my arm out; handing her the empty glass. "Here. This is all I could find."

At her mention of a shower, my brow raised--questioning the very meaning of the word. "Shower...? I guess that has to deal with something along the lines of bathing...might as well clean myself up. After all, I should be at least somewhat presentable..." Looking at my soiled body and clothing, I rubbed the back of my neck and let out a cherub-like smile. "Heh, yeah...I could probably use a good cleaning...I'll...go find it somewhere..."

As I walked out of the room, I headed towards a strange room with a ceramic bowl and a tiled area--sealed off by a curtain. Staring blankily at the curtain, I closed the door behind me. "So...this is a...shower? Very well...can't be all too difficult..." Disrobing my tattered and dirtied clothing, I carefully placed them on the open window sill as to not dirty and muck up the floor. Carefully, I opened the curtain; stepping into the stall only to shut the curtain behind me. I gazed emptily at the showerhead--questioning it with every passing moment.

"Well...I suppose it is as difficult as it seems..." Looking down, I saw two knobs sticking from the wall. Gazing at them, I observed the writing on each of them carefully--only coming to the conclusion that one of them had to be for the water. ((Remember, since he was held captive for so long, he's become illiterate)) Grasping the nossle on the right, I turned it quickly to the left. Instantly, a stream of freezing cold water came raining down on me in a furious manor. "Gahh!! Damn it, what the hell!?!" My voice filled with awe and shock, I immediately twisted the knob back to the right.

Standing there, I breathed heavily; trying to regain my compsure. "...Ugh...Alright...That was ******** up...I'll try the next one..." Reaching out to the left knob, I hesitantly placed my hand upon it. Resting it there for a while, I turned it full about; only to be boiled alive by scolding-hot water. "Daggh!!! Mother ********!! s**t!!" Without thinking, I leaped out of the shower stall. In doing so, my foot caught the lip of the stall and I fell onto the ground with a loud bang. "Son-of-a-b***h!"

Laying on the ground, I dare not to get back up in fear of the tempermental water. However, I knew if I could not even figure out something as simple as bathing myself, I would probably never fit into the modern world. "Huh...One more time..."

Rising to my feet, I re-entered the stall; carefully placing both hands on the knobs. Staring at them heavily, I inhaled deeply; wishing for the best to happen. Then, with a quick twist of the two knobs, the water came raining down once more. However, instead of being either extreme, the water was warm. Sighing with releaf, I stood there--allowing the water to beat heavily down upon me; rinsing off the impurities and dirt collected over the years. "So...this is a shower, eh...? Really should have directions on how to use this damn thing..."

After all the clutter and debris upon my body washed away, I grabbed hold of the nossles--turning them opposite directiongs from before. Without fault, the pulsating water immediately cut. Stepping of the stall once more, I grabbed a nearby towel--uncertain if I was allowed to use it. "Well...I hope she does not mind..." As I dried my hair, I looked to the window for my clothing. However, to much distrought, my clothing had fallen into an alleyway.

Looking down at my garments laying there in the mud, my brow twitched with a disgruntled hatred. "...Well...that's just ******** fantastic..." Sighing once more, I finished drying myself--only leaving my hair still mostly wet. "Now, then...what the hell do I do...?" Looking about, I could not see anything else used as clothing, let alone pants. "Well, then...this is problematic..."

Holding the towel, I nodded; complying with the only option left for me. Quickly, I tied the towel around my waist firmly--securing it so as it would not to fall. Then, with great hesitation, I stepped out of the bathroom and walked back into the den with an ashamed look upon my face. "Uh...sorry to burden you, but...my clothing...fell out the window..."

As I was shoved back within the bathroom, I heard the door heavily close behind me. Standing there with the bag of clothes, I gazed vaguely--questioning why she threw me back in here so quickly. "...That was weird..."

Placing the bag on the counter next to the sink, I opened it carefully and examined some of the outfits within it. One that grabbed my eye was basically a bodysuit--all black in a somewhat tight-fitting cotton. Placing it on, I examined it partially within the mirror. "Hm..." Grasping at the shoulders, I tore the sleeves off; dropping them beside the bag. I then reached into the bag once more and retrieved a vest I personally picked out. It was tan and made of a denim material.

Strapping it on, I made sure it was secure and tightly placed. "Hm...not bad...Missing something, though..." Looking at the sleeves, I tore them once more--making them sheets of cloth. Then, with a few more tears, I was able to wrap them around my neck and lower portion of my face--covering from my jaw to the bridge of my nose. "...Much better. This should come in handy in time." As I looked back into the bag once more, I pulled out a pair of black, leather strap sandals.

Tying them onto my feet, I tapped my heels to the ground; checking how secure they were. "Perfect." Stepping out of the bathroom, I grabbed the bag and headed towards her once more. But before I left the threshhold of the bathroom, I slid down my facial mast to my neck--making it appear as if it were merely a turtleneck sleeveless shirt. "Alright. I changed into suitable attire. What do you wish me to do with the bag?"

Slightly taken back by her sharp words, I looked at her with questionable eyes. "...Alright..." Cautiously, I moved to a chair and sat down--about a meter and a half away from her. There, I listened to her words once more; gazing at her with the usual empty stare. "Questions...? Well...I suppose there is one that does seem to be poking at the back of my mind...What are you expecting from purchasing me...? Are you doing it so you can sleep well at night...? Or are you actually expecting something from me...? Either way...it makes no true difference for me..."