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Ugh. So. Vinny and Garmadon go to a local sentÅ. It's already winter, but it's never been really cold in NNC. Garmadon couldn't recall being to a communal bathhouse, at least not to a modern one. Vinny only mentions somethings about water bills and childhood memories.
It's Tuesday, so it's quiet around, and the few people present - a father and a son - leave at the sight of new visitors. City-pop, outdated ten years ago, plays from the old speakers. Vinny speaks much more than usual. Garmadon listens, nods his head and keeps silent, absorbing the new atmosphere like a sponge. He plunges into the water almost with his head, letting the warm fluid fill the hole in his chest.
When they go out, it's already dark outside, a chilly wind blows over their hot faces. Unfortunately, they won't be able to spend the Festival day and celebrate the New Year together: this year Vinny will have to film the parades, so every day of his vacation now is already a kind of holiday.
A decision is made to take a soda from the vending machine. Of course that freaking can jams and of course Vinny gets his hand stuck while trying to get it out like a bald 37 y.o. wet loser he is. Luckily for the machine, he knows a couple of tricks so for now the poor thing is safe.
Minutes feel like hours (in the best possible way), but when they get home and go to bed, the whole evening feels like a minor part of a big shared dream.