[By now, Sasha has had a proper nap to regain some of those hours of sleep he'd lost, as well as stocking his apartment with the basics. There was one chore that still needed to be done, and the cargo pocket-shaped indent on his leg when he woke up was an indication that he really should not put off getting clothes any longer.
With the instructions Yako had given him earlier in his hand, he stops at the entrance of the Horrorspital and checks the directions once again. During his pause, something catches his eye and he looks toward the dumpsters.
That's strange. He doesn't remember that suit of armor being there earlier. It doesn't look like it's in bad enough shape to merit being thrown out, either...]
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With the instructions Yako had given him earlier in his hand, he stops at the entrance of the Horrorspital and checks the directions once again. During his pause, something catches his eye and he looks toward the dumpsters.
That's strange. He doesn't remember that suit of armor being there earlier. It doesn't look like it's in bad enough shape to merit being thrown out, either...]