[center][hr][hr][h1][color=bd33a4]I N D I G O [/color][/h1][hr][hr][/center][sub][color=bd33a4]Location: Medical Area[right][i]for none to see[/i][/right][/color][hr][/sub]

Indigo stared down at the sterile bowl of shifting water with a mixed expression. 

Moments ago they were trudging through the wastelands that surrounded them, aimless and empty, simply trying to find reasoning to their existence; and now here they sat with the first instance of a safe moment to wash themselves of their grimey layers. [color=bd33a4][i]I wonder just how far the layers of grime go. You can only scrub so much.[/i][/color]

Frowning, Indigo slowly shifted their flickering eyes around their space, picking up cold greys and off whites that reminded them of...something. Of course they couldn't remember what. Their eyes dropped back down to the water so they could scowl at themselves momentarily before continuing. Though most of the colours surrounding them were dull and plain, there were definitely ones that stuck out. 

The first one to catch Indigo's attention had been Poppy's hair. It was a brilliant shade of red, vibrant like the petals of a freshly bloomed rose. They swayed to and fro when she moved, trailing behind her like tendrils of fire, threatening to burn Indigo if they stared for too long. The second was the garden that stood adjacent to the revenant, a lush patch of paradise with a wide assortment of things that Indigo wasn't sure even would see each other in the wild. They could rememmber some of the names of the plants; cucumbers, tomatoes, lettuce, potatoes, but there were alot that only rang bells in their mind and lacked any substance of a name. Perhaps if they asked Poppy, she'd be able to help them fill in the gaps.

They looked back down at themselves, glancing momentarily at the neatly folded stack of clothes placed beside them. It had been given to them by the medic, a replacement for the disgusting fabrics that they wore at the time. They'd have to ask for more privacy if they were to change. Would they have to get rid of their old clothes? Something about it made Indigo uncomfortable. Though they were dubious and crusty, they were one of the few constant things that Indigo had in their journeys across this purgatory of a land. Maybe they would be able to wash them, [color=bd33a4][i]would that be a weird thing to ask?[/i][/color]

So many things were changing at once for them, and the worst part was that it was still uncertain if it would be for the better. These people welcomed Indigo in, though reluctant thanks to the stench, but an act of kindness alone could not be the deciding factor of someone's character, especially a whole group. For all they knew, it could be an elaborate trap to get their guard down. Perhaps these people were like Indigo, forced to consume blood to survive, and Indigo would effectively be a lone sheep for this pack of wolves. They hoped to whatever gods were listening that it wasn't the case, trying to ignore the incessant churning in their stomach--

Indigo jumped at Poppy's voice, their body jerking and causing some of the water to slosh out of the bowl and onto the floor. [color=bd33a4]"Shit, sorry, I can clean that up, um--"[/color] Poppy's words registered, and a small blush heated up the apples of their cheeks as they stared forward at the silhouette of the medic behind their sheet. [color=bd33a4]"No, but thank you. I just...got stuck for a second, that's all."[/color] Indigo glanced back down at the bowl, grabbing for the rag that rested in it and beginning to soak the filth off of their hands and arms. They were embarrassed to have already been caught off guard so easily, shrinking back into their shoulders. [color=bd33a4]"Is there somewhere a little less...[i]open[/i] where I could clean up and change? I'm not really vibing with the idea of being nude around a bunch of strangers with a couple of sheets between us."[/color] their tone was honest and blunt, but the genuine notes in their voice sweetened their delivery substantially. 

It wasn't just the being out in the open that bothered them, but there were so many new things, Indigo felt a sort of sensory overload begin to take a hold of them. It was hard to keep a clear head when anxiety began to freeze the tips of their ribs to stab into their chest. They needed a moment to take everything in, to really be able to process the fact that they, at the moment, were not starving and wandering empty destroyed streets with nothing but their own thoughts to keep them company. 

Up until now, that was all Indigo ever knew.