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May 10th, at the bathhouse of the Gospel Kingdom's Funeral Agency.
It was seven in the morning, and the sky was already bright. Ashe arrived in his trunks to an echo of conversation. Stepping inside, he found the bathhouse already occupied.
Splash!
He leapt straight into the water, sending a spray in every direction. Iger reacted at once, summoning a spirit to blow the droplets back. His face twisted with disgust. "(*￣︿￣) Ashe, how old are you now? Have you even graduated from the orphanage's senior class?"
Across the bath, Harvey lay stretched out on a reclining chair, puffing on a Catnip cigarette. Jets of water pulsed against his muscles while a sunlight lamp bathed him in a warm, golden glow. Completely at ease, he embodied the idea that wherever the heart wandered, that place became a beach.
In contrast to Ashe and Iger, Harvey was actually quite normal. He had the dark skin and build of a manual laborer and a straightforward way of speaking. His morals might be loose, but his desires were simple. He took life as it came.
If Harvey had come to the Gospel Kingdom alone, he would probably have ended up as a kept young man, taken in by some wealthy woman. He would spend his days doing housework and his nights raiding tombs, living a comfortable and satisfying life.
Even his necrophilia and sweet tooth, troubling as they were, harmed no one but himself or the dead. Seen from that angle, they almost felt… tolerable.
Ashe suddenly splashed water over his face and sank into the bath.
This is bad...
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