Llama #2: Oh look, it's a drabble.

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3:

Bathroom Hygiene

Nico di Angelo, the prestigious son of Hades, was running late. Again. He couldn't help it, he liked to sleep, okay? That is, when nightmares weren't plaguing his nights.

And this was the first time in a long while where skeletons of dead warriors, demon puppies, and a dead sister weren't involved.

He ran a hand through his unruly, greasy black hair before groggily getting up off his bed, if you could call it a bed at that point. It was more of a mattress with detangled sheets laying everywhere. He could remake it later. His feet took a couple of drunken steps forward, and he didn't know exactly where he was going, but he'd make it to the bathroom soon enough.

Of course, his new dorm didn't have a bathroom en suite, so he had to go around the corner and straight for a bit before he could finally go to the bathroom. What a hassle.

He met a couple of other students along the way who understood his intelligible mumbles and immediately steered right away from him, he basically looked like walking death, so it wasn't that hard to figure it out.

For Zeus's sake, he was a demigod who helped save the world! He didn't need this kind of crap right now. Stupid classes. Stupid mortals. Stupid hygiene and all that.

When you're used to living in the wild and the Underworld, that kind of stuff really didn't matter. Nico continued to grumble the whole way to the shower facility.

The bathroom was bigger that the average bathroom, which was good, but it was honestly really, really dirty. Nico was kind of okay with it, but c'mon, they were all old enough to clean up after themselves.

Nico blamed the economy. If that counted as an excuse... It was too early for him to be up, and soon, he'd be blaming global warming for not having breakfast and the presidential election for his lack of sleep.

Nico shook his head, clearing his weird thoughts, and stepped into an empty cubicle, but not before slipping over a stray bar of soap with questionable hairs on it and falling flat on his face into a puddle.

Nico resisted the urge to retch; it wasn't water.

FML for the chapter:

Today, I went to the dorm showers to use the facilities. As I was getting in the shower, I slipped and landed face first into a puddle. It wasn't water. FML

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