Three pairs of footsteps made their way down the Hourglass stairs - one pair belonging to a freshly bathed Chachanji and the other two to his partner-in-crime Gran. Both looked a little miffed at each other, casting glances at each other and then looking away. The reason for their irritation came soon enough as the youngest Gegenji broke the silence between them.
"I thought ya'd like it, okay?" he pouted, placing a fist on his hip and waving the other hand freely in the circle. "I mean, we played in th' river all th' time in th' warmer moons. I thought ya'd like th' tub."
Gran responded with a curt snort and shook himself like a wet dog. The Lalafell had toweled the baby behemoth off as best he could after the bath-time faux pas, but the little porker continued to act as if he was utterly waterlogged. That and his proud mane was a mess, which drove Gran crazy as he sought to correct it again with one of his forepaws.
"Ya needed a bath anyway," Chachan continued in a soft mutter, folding his arms behind his head and letting his gaze wander over the Quicksand. Something red and orange caught his violet gaze, focusing his attention on the tiny basket it was draped from. He thought it just a piece of rope or something until he saw it twitch slightly.
At that, his thoughts on bathing Gran vanished in a puff of smoke. Finding out what that was sat at the forefront of his mind, and the little Lalafell found himself creeping forward to investigate. Gran pawed at his mane pathetically a few more times before noticing his owner had moved away and trotted grumpily after him.
It took all of Chachan's willpower not to squee aloud when he found out the little red and orange length was the tail of a baby Miqo'te. The mother - who strangely wasn't a Miqo'te - seemed quite focused on her paperwork and the startings of a conversation with someone up over the railings. The Lalafell wasn't sure who, since the adorable little fluffy bundle had all his attention.
One little squee wouldn't hurt, right?
"Awwwwwwwwww..."
"I thought ya'd like it, okay?" he pouted, placing a fist on his hip and waving the other hand freely in the circle. "I mean, we played in th' river all th' time in th' warmer moons. I thought ya'd like th' tub."
Gran responded with a curt snort and shook himself like a wet dog. The Lalafell had toweled the baby behemoth off as best he could after the bath-time faux pas, but the little porker continued to act as if he was utterly waterlogged. That and his proud mane was a mess, which drove Gran crazy as he sought to correct it again with one of his forepaws.
"Ya needed a bath anyway," Chachan continued in a soft mutter, folding his arms behind his head and letting his gaze wander over the Quicksand. Something red and orange caught his violet gaze, focusing his attention on the tiny basket it was draped from. He thought it just a piece of rope or something until he saw it twitch slightly.
At that, his thoughts on bathing Gran vanished in a puff of smoke. Finding out what that was sat at the forefront of his mind, and the little Lalafell found himself creeping forward to investigate. Gran pawed at his mane pathetically a few more times before noticing his owner had moved away and trotted grumpily after him.
It took all of Chachan's willpower not to squee aloud when he found out the little red and orange length was the tail of a baby Miqo'te. The mother - who strangely wasn't a Miqo'te - seemed quite focused on her paperwork and the startings of a conversation with someone up over the railings. The Lalafell wasn't sure who, since the adorable little fluffy bundle had all his attention.
One little squee wouldn't hurt, right?
"Awwwwwwwwww..."
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