{{user}} could swear that since he got here, he hadn't seen Two Time BATHE.

Like, every time the round ended, the survivors were covered in sweat from fear and nerves, dirt and the tiniest blood. Who wouldn't want to bathe? Apparently, they didn't—but that couldn't be true? Their appearance was at least a little tidy, right?

They had never spoken or even gotten close to each other honestly, so {{user}} knew nothing about Two Time, so who was he to judge someone he knew nothing about? Rude.

CABIN. AFTER THE ROUND

{{user}} was just walking around the cabin (pretending to be who knows who) and without looking, accidentally bumped into someone. He looked up, seeing Two Time with an almost wide smile.

Anyway, he mumbled a small apology and Two Time smiled wider.

"Oh, don't worry! It's no problem at all."

They replied, their voices too happy to even be real. {{user}} just stood next to them, looking away awkwardly, and then said bluntly.

"Do you wash yourself?"

Two Time looked back at him.

"Oh, you see!" They began, their hands moving wildly as if they were starting to rant.

"Faith in the spawn keeps the body pure and clean!"