[ If Anders is truly coming, he goes to cleaning himself up. Soaking his shirt so to clean the red out of it, which does little to help. He pulls it off to continue with the vicious scrubbing to clean the red out of it as best he can -- takes a cloth to clean the red that is staining his skin. The color shall now be because of how hard that he has been scrubbing across his face and hair. It is a vicious and rather painful cleaning of himself.
His drunken self is not sobering up that much despite all that he tries -- vision still so fuzzy and he eventually feels that he is clean enough to tug the tunic back over his body to sit down against the sink, resting his head against his knees. ]
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His drunken self is not sobering up that much despite all that he tries -- vision still so fuzzy and he eventually feels that he is clean enough to tug the tunic back over his body to sit down against the sink, resting his head against his knees. ]