[IC] Chapter 2-5: You're whirling 'round...

[Silent Giant]

Zelgadis sits up with a start, letting out an inarticulate yell. Blinking, he looks around, and a hint of remembrance glitters in his diamond cold eyes.

"Here we are." he mutters, as if to comfort himself and combs his hair with his left hand. With a confused face, he stops short, feeling the end of a hair.
"Split ends?" he muses, then begins shuffling through his meagre pack, producing a pair of scissors that looks pretty much like wire clippers, and starts his morning toilet.

Giant laughs and farts a big. Then he looks for a toilet