Not a lot. I know they...wash themselves. [ Wrinkling of his expression here but it passes pretty quickly. ] Just once in a while. [ Pushing at the side of his head, he gets a satisfying crack from his neck as he steps across crunching glass, further nudging Rhada out the door to grab the broom from the nearest hall closet. The handle is glass but the bristles are...not. He's noticed lately things are sort of returning in pieces, some more literally than others, to normal. Normalish. To say nothing of the glass of the shower door which won't be hard to replace though it strikes Arthur that all preexisting glass became abruptly more fragile specimens when the whole City took it on.
Inconvenient.
Among other things.
Shaking the shards caught onto his fingers into the wastebin, he shakes his own head in similar manner that Yusuf had, several more pieces of glass freeing themselves for the trouble, dropping with individual pings to the ceramic flooring. ] Try again when there's less breakables. [ Frowning at the mess then at the gash on his arm, the pricks of red from the nearest portion of the shatter, he rolls his eyes. Annoying, particularly with glass band aids. ]
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Inconvenient.
Among other things.
Shaking the shards caught onto his fingers into the wastebin, he shakes his own head in similar manner that Yusuf had, several more pieces of glass freeing themselves for the trouble, dropping with individual pings to the ceramic flooring. ] Try again when there's less breakables. [ Frowning at the mess then at the gash on his arm, the pricks of red from the nearest portion of the shatter, he rolls his eyes. Annoying, particularly with glass band aids. ]