Dasken looked around the mansion in awe. He hadn't even been in a real house for... his entire life, much less a mansion. He roamed around until he found the bathroom, and decided to take a shower. He walked in, and was shocked by the size.
As he took his shirt off, he spotted his reflection in a full-length mirror.
He had become much thinner. He was caked with dirt and spots of blood, and his clothes had scorch marks on them. His arms and legs were covered in scratches, his chest scarred from Zane's blade. He noticed for once what effect all of his stress and training had on him, how truly unhappy he looked. His eyes had massive bags under them. He looked at his hands. They were cracked and caliced. His hair was much longer than when he had arrived; at least seven inches long. It was ruffled and wild.
He took a deep breath, and decided against finding new clothes. He took a long shower, and he enjoyed the feel of the hot water, the relaxing effect of removing the grime from himself. He tried to get all of his anxiety out of his mind.
Then he thought of Ashley.
She... He felt he didn't deserve her. And yet, she had said yes. She had actually seemed excited to go out with him. "Could she be faking? Is this really happening?" Dasken sighed. He shook the thoughts out of his head. He came out of the shower to find his clothes perfectly remade, clean and all. He put them on, and they felt extremely comfortable; they seemed like the exact same clothes, only fixed. He dried himself off and put on the clohes, and decided against brushing his hair.
He enjoyed the look of his messy, all-over-the-place hairstyle.
He came back out of the portal after half an hour, hoping that was enough time for Ashley to change.