12-12-2013, 06:53 PM
Irritation finally spilled over after Hime left his cell. He swiped his hands to indicate he was done with the files. The observations that the system had recorded itself were added in as a side note to his own work before the words blipped away from his vision. A moment later, he had kicked his couch over, the pillows against the far wall. He stood over the flipped piece of furniture with his eyes narrowed as he concentrated on his breathing, well aware that if he didn't calm himself down now his Threat Levels would continue to climb, which would get him into some trouble he'd rather not have to deal with in his current mood.
Flexing his hands a few times, Cias dropped his eyes and found himself looking at the carpet, now fully free from where it had been trapped under the couch. With nothing else to occupy his angry thoughts, he remembered his earlier thoughts about the sanitary condition of his carpet. Slowly, his expression relaxed and he bent down to roll up the carpet, tucking it under an arm. He climbed over the flipped couch to reach the wall panel and put on some music, listening to what was playing briefly before flipping to another genre, and repeating a few times before he found a collection of songs that sounded extremely bright and cheery and would probably make people puke rainbows. Leaving it on to play (hey, it would definitely distract him from his irritation of the agents and the SFA. He'd be too busy being annoyed by the cutesy songs.) he headed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to the tub, plugging the drain hole and dumping some soap in, waiting for the basin to fill up.
The carpet was dropped into the soapy water and his sleeves shoved up past his elbows before he bent over and dunked the fabric under the water a few times, sitting back on his heels briefly to blink through some notifications that popped up in his vision before returning to his self-set task. He'd have that carpet thoroughly cleaned in an hour or so, he estimated.
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