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It's very late, into early morning by the time you get back home. Having left your bedroom window unlocked so that you can sneakily stretch-climb up to the roof and get in that way without dad having noticed anything. Followed by excited pacing about your room, now that you're safely home and able to gleefully reflect on your little vengeful caper. Jumping onto your bed and apt to scream into a pillow in giddy triumph, before you stop yourself when noticing the blood on the gloves of your suit by the light of your bedside lamp.
<span class="mu-b">"Ugh... how am I gonna get this clean? Can't just put it in the wash..."</span>
Hastening to the bathroom you scramble to get out of your clothes and see the blood on their inside, from being worn over your bodysuit which must have had a decent spattering of Kovacs (mostly) dried blood across it. The helmet as well of course, but the gloves are the worst as you frantically try to wash them clean in the sink... looking to your reflection and appearing quite manic after all that transpired tonight. Wondering what to do about this potential mess, you struggle to free yourself from the tight bodysuit until you remember to just use your elastic powers to slide free. In the process much of the stolen valuables falling loose to the bathroom floor.
That's right, you didn't just deliver a righteous beating to Kovacs, you robbed him of his hidden safe! For a moment at least, the bloody clothes can wait as you drop to the floor and gather up everything you can as well as checking inside the bodysuit for the rest, wondering what to do with the spoils of your caper.
>Hide the clothes and the valuables, you can deal with them later. You're more interested to see what transpired at the scene of the crime.
>This mess is a priority... how much of it you can salvage anyway. Try and clean up what you can of the blood and figure out what needs to be disposed of.
>Along with what you have leftover from the food festival prize, take account of how much you have now in ill-gotten gains.
>Tell dad? You're practically desperate to confess to someone what you've done, and on the matter of Kovacs he really ought to know!
>A woeful write-in?
