cathartic. The hissing of the water and the feeling of it hitting his back eased him into a form of silent meditation, whereby the never-ending orchestra of falling liquid blanketed his consciousness like deathly silence. It was strange how something meant to be cleansing created the illusion of damnation. His lip twitched slightly, betraying his morbid humour to the emptiness of the room, his limbs growing heavy and numb as the bathwater steadily rose. Soon, he would be paralysed by the stagnant water, his Devil Fruit the heaviest shackle known to all of creation. He didn't want to move, not even when Yonyon's scream somehow pierced beyond the veil of his near-coma. His skin crawled with anticipation. If he owned a pistol, he knew he would have beensat with the barrel to his temple, even as Yonyon burst through the door, dressed in nothing but a ragged, yellowing towel. The bathroom door slammed heavily behind him as he stood, dripping water everywhere. Morrigan's lip twitched again. What a strange relationship they had.

''You won't believe what just happened t-'' Yonyon started, water dripping from his hair, his wet clothes swung over his arm. He didn't get to finish his sentence, for at that moment, the door behind him was kicked open to reveal the hooded man that had passed the young Captain earlier on that day. The wooden doorknob rebounded from the wall it struck, shattering a good portion of the discoloured, square tiles that covered it from floor to ceiling.

''Nope. Care for a mutual bath?''