Great. [Now all that's left is getting out of the dumpster. Apollo grips the top of the container and hauls himself up with a grunt, his shoes scrambling against the sides for purchase. Somehow, he manages to escape the bin without too much damage to his person, and he breathes a sigh of relief.]
I may be in need of a bath myself. [He admits sheepishly, rolling up his sleeves.] Do you want me to walk you to... [he trails off, waving a hand weakly. "Wherever you're going" seems to be what he's trying to convey over here.]
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I may be in need of a bath myself. [He admits sheepishly, rolling up his sleeves.] Do you want me to walk you to... [he trails off, waving a hand weakly. "Wherever you're going" seems to be what he's trying to convey over here.]