What finally forced Kai from the shower was his prune-skin. When he cut the water and dried off with what had to be the most fluffy towel he'd ever touched, he felt cleaner than he had in months.
Ian had been in several times while Kai was preoccupied with the shower head and all manner of personal items were arranged on the counter. He used the comb to tame his hair a bit and then slid on the robe.
Tying the robe belt into knot at his waist, he was swallowed by the terry cloth. His hands had disappeared in the sleeves.
Looking in the mirror, marveling first at how it hadn't steamed up, considering how long he was in the shower and how hot the water had been, he realized he looked... ridiculous. As if the robe had attacked him and now he was being slowly eaten.
The image made him laugh
