So after Clock unfrosted my hands with his hairdryer; which I didn't know he had! I mean I rarely see his hair, you can see some of it under the hood but it's the moments when he removes his hood that are special. I didn't know he had a hairdryer. If he has a hairdryer that would mean he takes showers…seems very human to me.
But back to the topic at hand…I gave up trying to make a rose. I deemed it too complicated at the moment and all I really want to do is play in the snow!
The snow, which I found out, is white. I was glad too but also disappointed. I guess I was pouting or something because Clock had chuckled and mumbled the words, "Too cute!" I wanted to say something but I decided against it because Clock hadn't really wanted me to hear it. He would have said it louder right?
I shrugged it off as I picked up a handful of snow and patted it into a small ball. I smiled as I remembered these snow days I had with my family so long time ago. I threw it at the back of Clock who turned around viciously. I could tell he was mad. I stared at him and stayed quiet; he raised an eyebrow to have me explain my action.
I patted another handful of snow, "Play with me Clock! Just for a little bit, please!"
He smiled and walked away from the whatsmitchcallitthing and crouched in my small snow bank, "Alright only because you said please."
I smiled evilly and slam the snowball in Clock's face, "Alright you can go back to work now!"
Clock sighed and shook his head and went back to work. I was having lots of fun in me small area of snow. Time just past by so fast that I didn't even noticed Clock had left to take his shower.
"Dan? Are you still playing in the snow?" I looked up to see Clock without his traditional purple cloak or his gloves or his usual tunic. I always liked it when he changed things up with his clothes that didn't cover his hair.
"Five more minutes?" I was begging. He was shock but he nod.
"You are lucky that's just how long it takes for the water to boil!" What the heck is talking about? I shrugged it off and added another mini snowman to my army.
"Dan, get up! I just put in the noodles so why don't you take a shower?" I felt him raising me up on to my feet by pulling under my arms.
"Shower? Noodles? Whatever for?" I wanted to still play in my snow. What the heck is Clock talking about?
"I'm making dinner; we are having pasta with tomato sauce. You have been playing with your snow since I defrost your hands with my hairdryer. You need to take a nice warm hot shower," He pulled me out of the room and I caught a whiff of the dinner that Clock was making.
"What am I suppose to wear? This is all I have Clock." Clock's demand was not making any sense, "I haven't taken a shower in years! I don't need to take a shower."
"Yeah but it's quite relaxing and it will warm you up. And I can find you something to wear!" He puts me a room that I didn't even know existed in Clock's tower. A washroom, it wasn't the normal type that I had grew up with, it just had a shower and sink.
"Wow!" I gasped out.
"Yeah, have fun. I'm going to finish making dinner," He took my cape with him. Why? I don't care! He was doing so much for me today.
I pull my gloves off by the fingers and placed them on the sink and pulled my top off just having it lay on the floor. I pulled the boots next and placed my hands on my hips. I hissed from the sensation of soft skin on soft skin. I would have thought I would be used to the touch but I guess not. I pause for a moment. This is what I sleep in on the nights Clock lets me be in the same bed as him. It's what I had woken in yesterday and it felt strange that I was about to strip off this last part of me. The touch of my hands, most who had known me never had the chance to touch the real hands. They always have touched the gloves. The only other ghost who has felt the touch of my hands would have to be Clock and his arm at night. My hips had always been protected, along with everything south of them. I did admit to my younger cheekier self that at this point in life I had not done it. How old was I again? Twenty-four when I had came here? Twenty-six now? Yeah that does seem strange for a person of my generation who at seventeen cannot stop thinking about it. I don't care. From my time line, most of those people were killed…by me.
My hands pushed the pants down and the land on top of my shirt after I throw them. The water is most likely hot now, whatever…I just have to step in and OHMYFUGOFDEGO! … I swear I did not just…If Clock has any video devices in here, I will first declare him as a pervert and second I will slap him. I really don't know how long I was in there but by time I stepped out and wearing the clothes Clock had brought me, a t-shirt that could have belong to my idiot father or…I don't know someone built big and these weird like boxer shorts thing, Clock was setting down two plate of awesome looking food.
"Oh wow! It all looks good; I don't know what to try first!" I complimented as I sat down. Clock rolled his eyes.
"I just eat it, it's not your last meal and it is most certainly not mine!" I laugh and I start eating. It's just a little bit weird; ghosts don't really need to eat.
"Clock, can I ask you something?"
"You want to know why I eat food and take showers and possibly how I got those in the shower room without you noticing?" I nod my head, "Easy answer Dan. I need the extra energy food can give and I need a stress relief after my usual days. The cloths? I think you were…" He coughs and turns a bright red, as so do I.
"The shower was very…uh…relaxing…delicious food!" Please change the topic! Please change the topic!
"Thank you. I guess after dinner is bed. Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight? As you know, I have no guest room and I assumed you didn't want to go back into the thermos."
"You thought correct! Tomorrow I will finish replacing those gears for you."
Clock smiles at me, "That would be nice!"