1/1 My longest update in a while, sad as that sounds! DETERMINATION !jAUWd9Ud.s 2017/03/21 (Tue) 11:02 No. 195247 ▼
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[x] Your friend and, thus, more important than your own life.
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You blearily open your eyes, finding yourself in a big, big bed, in a pink, pink room. Wait, no, it's a curtain. Your arm is purring a bit, as it seems your mother is stroking your hair. "Good morning, little bunny." You grin up at her, rubbing your eye—
...Well, that's kind of gross. You pull Sam off your face as your mother grins at your accidental antics. Before you can get a word in, she picks you up. "Let's get you to the bath, now. Then a meal to fix your ankle again." Ankle? "Why, yes. It's sprained, isn't it?"
You try wiggling your ankle, wincing as you do.
"Then it's as I thought." As you thought? "Why, yes, it... A moment." She unwraps Sam from her bed's canopy. "There. Now, let's get going."
The path is long and treacherous, if only due to Sam constantly trying to prevent progress. Why, you're not entirely sure, but the fact remains that she is more or less grabbing anything — and everything — in reach. "Sam, are you alright?" You receive a chirpy whimper, like that of a sick bird. "That doesn't sound alright. Not even slightly alright." She seems to be quivering, so you hug her close to you, which results in her wrapping around you a few timesWHOATHERE.
You proceed to pull her out of your ear again. She seemed to be trying to hide in there, and you doubt that would end well.
With Sam distracted by snuggles, the rest of the trip is mostly uneventful. Just tile floors, weathered walls, sparse lights and even sparser furniture.
Before long, you've arrived at the bath, being placed down on the lip of the hairy tub from before. "Now, let me get this going and I'll start on something to eat."
"You aren't going to bathe with me...?"
She sighs. "...It would be better if you leave here earlier rather than later. Later is when activity is typically greater." It sounds like she's hiding something. "No, no. I simply wasn't expecting you to go so soon."
Her clawed mit wraps around the valve, letting water pour into the tub. "I don't want you getting spotted by half those you might otherwise avoid. Man hunts rarely go terribly well for the huntee." When it's finally full, she places you in the hot waters. "I will return shortly, little bunny." Sam is wildly flailing about in abject terror. "I suggest you only rinse her, as I would prefer to avoid my bathroom being destroyed." At your half nod, she sighs, placing a pawlm atop your head. "It will be alright, little bunny. I'm not upset with you; I'm sad to see you go." With that, mom heads on out, leaving you to deal with Sam.
You quickly undo your ribbon, thankful that it's easy with one hand. How you will get it back on is beyond you, but for now you simply set it aside. You were feeling a bit naked without your hat, but now you feel downright scandalous! Wanting to get this over with, you proceed with your cleansing, acrobatically dunking your head under the water without dunking Sam as well ohhgodthewaterwentupyournose Ohh, that is so much better. Shaking your hair out of your face, you begin squeezing the shampoo out with your armpit. Sam's flailing is entirely unhelpful, but if you just squeeze it a liiiiittle more... There we go! Just a dab.
Carefully putting down the bottle, you begin to work on lathering up. As expected, magic rose soap — or whatever the heck this stuff is called — continues to be way more than enough. Which is, thankfully, just as you planned. Looking to Sam, you ask, "So, you okay with soap and shampoo?"
In the midst of flailing, said shoggoth nods, or so you think. She's moving rather quickly, so you're not too sure.
"Alright. I'll get out of the water a bit, and you help me lather up, okay?." You float on up, sitting on the edge of the tub. Sam calms down a bit, though is still shying away. This is pathetic. Just float above the water and clean yourself. You smell like rotting meat.
You sniff at yourself, but find that you don't really smell anything of the sort.
"Alright, Sam. I'm counting on yowowowow!" Sam proceeds to squeeze the suds from your hair, bonelessly scrubbing itseEElf as well AAas your EVEry noOOK and— "CRAAANNY!" You pull her away from there, red in the face. "Why are you focusing on making me squeak?!" Sam looks dejected and sad. Sighing, you pet your friend. "Look, I'll wash that place. You get the rest, okay?" Receiving a nod, you leave the tentacle to cleaning you thoroughly, while you struggle a bit with cleaning your back.
With that done, all that remains is the hard part.
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Renko Lv1 HP20/20 DT16/16
Nose Dead: Lovely Aroma
Sam Lv1 HP9999/9999
Scared out of Mind
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1 Head: Grandma’s Hat Lv2 10D/10MD/0A/5MA
2 Outfit: Sumireko's Default Lv5 0D/50MD/0A/50MA
3 Weapon: Wrapped Unsharpened Chest Lv1/5D/5MD/0A/5MA
4 Foci: Mysterious Big Fan Lv1 0D/0MD/15A/15MA
7 Pockets: x25 Lv2/25D/25MD/0A/0MA
8 Right Ring Arm: Sam
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0 Ice Magic26/100
-O Chill sign: Icy you and eye together 5MA[b]
3 [b]Flight Magic0/100
-XXX No Cards Made
-OX Determination: The hopes and dreams of the open eyes of love
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How do you get Sam in the water?
[ ] Swan dive!
[ ] Cannon ball!
[ ] Belly flop!
[ ] What's so hard about that?
-[ ] Just ask.
-[ ] Barter.
[ ] Write-in.