Cole stepped out of the shower, with a tired look on his face. He was sore and his balance was off and all over the place due to the amount of time he had spent in space. Longer than any other time in his entire life. It took a while for someone to get used to that kind of thing, even with how advanced technology was.
Much more so it was weird that he was affected, Cole had assumed his [Demonic Constitution] had made a lot resilient to things like this. But it looks like it wasn't so. He quickly got dressed, a colorful silk shirt, black suit pants and shoes. A simple black belt and a silver neck chain, an old school leather strap wristwatch, and a diamond stud for his left ear.
