"In that case I think you should get our little hole in the wall." Bob extending to help Lancrael off the floor. Wade following suit yelled, First one there gets pushed in the latrine!" As he ran past Lancrael who didn't know what a latrine was, nor properly heard the first part.
Lancrael followed suit while being encouraged by Bob saying, "Wait!" Lancrael quickly overtook Wade thinking something about short old men being slow despite being the same height. However, when he made it he came skiding to halt seeing one boy peeing in a stream.
Wade, true to his word, attempted push Lancrael in the latrine, but Lancrael realized it was a trap side stepped and used Wades momentum against him as he passed to push him in. Wade having lost the battle, but not the war grabbed Lancrael's long hair and drug him into the stream.
With a splash they both feel into the 2 foot deep latrine. Wade came up with a dramatic gasp of air as stood up and walked out. Lancrael similarly gagged trying to get out what went in. Bob sighed having caught up in four paces and seeing exactly what happened said, "I told you to wait."
"I'll listen next time." The black haired boy said continuing to cough as if it was the only way to live. "I still got you ya sucker." The now dirty blonde boy said. Bob shook his head and said it looks like we have to go to the shower next. Thanks Wade."
"You're welcome buddy." Wade said before he shook off the sludge from his head. "First one ther-" Lancrael grabbed the scruff of his tunic cut him off, "We are not doing that again." Wade pouted with a, "You're no fun."
"He's doing it for your own good." Bob said above them. With his red hair dusted with dirt but comparatively clean lead the way. "What do you mean my own good?" Wade stammered for a reply that came from Lancrael. "Pranks end up hurting you or some one else in the end."
"Fine, just let me go." Wade said beginning to sound like Lancrael who did as asked. When all made the weary walk to the shower what came to view was an open shower.
He already didn't like the idea of everyone seeing him clean himself, but he also wouldn't be able to hear some sneaking up on him past the continuous fall of water droplets. When he got naked it was usually for survival and escape, but this time it would be for such a mundane action.
Off to the side the girls formed a circle and the girl who be showering while be in the middle until she finished let someone else go. There there were some girls that didn't care and showered openly, but Lancrael was focused on his own mid life crisis at the moment.
He reached out to put his hand under the water, and it was cold. He yanked his hand back in surprise as the latrine was warm. He noticed that the shower drained into a metal grate that made up the floor that drained into the latrine. "I will have to figure out why this water is cold and why the latrine is warm." Lancrael mused to himself, but he still didn't want to go into the shower.
Lancrael took a deep breath as he could suck in more courage before jumping in. The cold water hurt every time it touched him, and because he literally jumped he slipped and fell. If that was not enough he got a cramp in the back of his thigh from all the running around he did.
Wade having the same problem on both sides of his thigh was rolling around on the ground. Their screams muffled but not silenced by the shower. Bob also in the communal shower came down to their level and told, "Extend your legs slowly and press your fist against the back of your legs in circles."
Lancrael, true to his word, listened the first time and did what Bob told him. Wade did so as well after Bob helped Wade extend his leg which relieved the back, but it agitated the front. They cycled between extending and retracting Wades left leg, and the cramps eventually left.
"Thank you Bob." Wade groaned , his voice horse. Lancrael had already finished bathing, watching in worry and began to shiver in the cold, but he still had to wash his clothes that were still covered in filth.
Wade was quite as he bathed as he looked at Lancrael. Wade had deep scars on his back that crossed over each other, and some were more fresh than others. Bob had burns that came from the front of his left shoulder and his chest down through his back and arm until his elbow.
However, Lancrael had burns on the bottom of his feet which would explain the weird way he ran. He was missing fingernails and his hands had deep scars that made the back of his hands just as gritty as the palms. Bruises obscured many scars and inflamed others. The deepest were on the wrists and ankles that indicate that he was restrained often. Lancrael's back was covered by his hair and Wade didn't want to see any more so he looked at the girls in the corner while Bob stepped out of the shower.
Bob came to the center of the room where an octagonal box that came to a point at the middle. The box was bigger in all dimensions than Lancrael was tall, but Bobenetous still towered over it. Bob held his clothes over the box, and after some time exposed the other side to the box before turning them inside out.
Lancrael observed this until he finished removing most of the most recent stains to his tunics collection. Wade grabbed his clothes and began cleaning them as he said, "You should go with Bob to dry off."
Lancrael, blinked in surprised expecting to dry off next to the torches on the wall."Really, how does it work?" Wade shrugged before saying, "I don't know it causes a compression just above the stomach so don't get too close for too long." Seeing that Lancrael didn't understand he continued, "You will just have to experience it yourself..."