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“Are you okay?” Ice Pick asked, “If so, we’re going to have to have a talk later, I was just given some info before I got here."

Blaze could feel that his mask was cracked. He maybe had a few bruises on his face. He was fairly certain there was nothing serious in his injuries. A few aches and pains, but he would live. Blaze nodded to Ice Pick, "I'm fine," He stood up, standing close to Ice Pick, "Fly high and fast. When you get home, go for your back garden then wait a little while before you start heading to my place, ok," He clapped Ice Pick on the shoulder and nodded to Morrigan who remained silent, her face unreadable as she left, apparently satisfied that everything was in hand. Blaze took his hand away from Ice Pick's shoulder, realising that he had been lingering just a little too long. Blaze took off at a run before launching himself into the air.

Landing in his back garden, Christian ripped the gas mask from his face, examining the damage. One of the lenses had cracked and the material was coming away from the edging. Fucking great Christian thought bitterly as he made his way into the kitchen, dumping the mask in the bin. He rapidly stripped off his uniform, throwing everything into the washing machine, setting it away to wash.

Grimacing, Christian took a moment to check how he himself smelled. The experience was not pleasant and he headed for the shower. Standing under the warm spray of the shower, Christian felt his aches ease and melt away. His tensed muscles relaxed and he began washing the stink of the sewers from his skin, almost dousing himself in sandalwood body wash. He jumped out the shower, now smelling more like a human being than a sewer rat. He heard the front door click open. He grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and his trousers, half dressing himself and grabbing his shirt, "Pit? That you?" He called down, shrugging his shirt onto his shoulders, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He had most of the buttons done up when he finally gave in, leaving the top and bottom two buttons undone, waiting for a reply from his house guest as he came out into the landing and headed down the stairs.