Seph: Thanks, mother. I feel good. Just a little wet, still. *scratches his still damp scalp* Yuck… *moves to sit on the bed next to the kitten, then picks her up, carrying her into his room and setting her down on her litter tray. Then, he moves to his bed and picks up the wooden sword, moving back out into Jennah’s quaters to swing it around for a bit* Can this really hurt somebody?
