[Dave climbs into the shower and quickly rinses himself off, the water turning an odd deep purple as the last of the dried blood sloughs off him and mixes with Gamzee's indigo. Then, he finally turns towards Tav again, pushing the curtain back so he can see the troll, leaning casually against the back wall.]
[He gestures down at himself, bruises and all. He's always tended towards a leaner build - nowhere near as muscled as Tav, but also not as lanky as John or Gamzee. He lets a hand slide down his torso, heading for his hips.]
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[He gestures down at himself, bruises and all. He's always tended towards a leaner build - nowhere near as muscled as Tav, but also not as lanky as John or Gamzee. He lets a hand slide down his torso, heading for his hips.]