Shuffling over to my bathroom, I groaned quietly at the sight of the shards of mirror and shower door that were carpeting the floor.
“Oh come onnn.”
Yeah, gonna take a bit of work before this bathroom can be used.
I made my way back to my room and put on some slippers, grabbed a shirt I didn’t care much about and dropped it on the bathroom floor. I kicked it around enough to get the worst of the shards out of the way, brushed the glass out of the shower and onto the tiled floor, and then cranked the shower on.
I suppose that’s good enough for now.
The water pressure wasn’t even half of what it should be, and it was cold. It didn’t warm up over the thirty seconds I stood there holding my hand under the flow.
I guess something’s broken in the water heater. Maybe it’s advanced enough to use a computer chip? Or maybe there was a glass window on it or something.
I jumped in anyways, in the hopes of waking myself up and getting my hair wet enough that I could make myself look somewhat presentable.
If this is the result of glass involved in the heater system, better hope shards of it don’t come through the pipes.
I knew from experience that not washing my hair had a way of making it frizz out hardcore. Not that I’d be able to tell, with every mirror within a thousand miles in pieces.
Hehe. Sounds like major fanart potential.
Also, imagine if Shatterbird were superstitious about mirrors…
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