BATHTUB CLEANING SUPPLIES

[11:48] Ayr Bosatsu thunks her down onto the bed, going to grab the shit from the drawers.

[11:49] Fluffy Snoodle is thunked down and tries to pull her cuffs off, though it's probably a good thing she has it. Though the blood from the bullet began to seep through the bandage. Delicious, no?

[11:50] Ayr Bosatsu reaches down slowly - his finger stretching out as he tried to rip off the bandages and replace'em with his finger in her hole. Even more delicious. "Lay still, i'll take those cuffs off in a second."

[11:51] Fluffy Snoodle does her best to lay still though she'd let out a loud cry as his fingers when in her hole. Traveling upwards towards the bullet, it was in there pretty deep.

[11:51] Ayr Bosatsu presses his finger in deeper, fumbling with his lock pick with the other hand as he tried to roll her about with his elbow to expose the cuffs, his eyes - despite his actions - showing nothing but kindness towards her.

[11:54] Fluffy Snoodle groans in pain while she'd roll in any which-way. She wasn't in a fighting position anyways. She'd hold her hands out to him, still trying to pull the cuffs apart as she began to panic, she didn't like to be confined.

[11:55] Ayr Bosatsu fiddles with the lock - teasing and twitching at the things 'til they opened with a soft clicking crunch. Pocketing the pick he'd lean over behind him for a pair of tweasers on the counter - withdrawing his finger from her hole before shoving them in their stead, searching about for the bullet. "Oh, you saucy girl. You're dripping all over me."

(( While that happened...we died of laughter OOCly ))

[11:58] Fluffy Snoodle coughs at that, it was the only thing she understood right now. Awkward huh? Not really. She'd let out yet another cry - Thanks for the pain meds, by the way. Though she'd utter out raspily, "You...you like it." Yep, she actually talked. The pain made her sane-ish? Odd.

[12:00] Ayr Bosatsu nods, "of course i do. Pain has a way of sobering up even the most outlandish beings," lifting his hand up he'd stroke her hair a moment - caked with dried blood though it was. "Even in this state you're still beautiful, you know." Finally catching the bullet he'd tease at the flesh beside it to see if it had hit any arteries or anything else serious business. Gently tugging it out he'd mrr, keeping his eyes on thuh hole of Fluff so recently made by Kiri - assumingly - since she was the gun nut.

[12:02] Fluffy Snoodle laughs airly, "Even though I smell like death?" She was even disgusted by her own scent. Fluffs tails just hung there limply before whimpering out to him as he fingered her hole. Yes, I just said that. "I don't wanna die!" There was fear behind her words, making whatever she'd say crack. As if she was about to cry.

[12:06] Ayr Bosatsu "even though you smell like Death." Flicking the tweasers and bullet into the bin he'd nod - finally beginning to gather materials to stitch up her wound. Threading needle and dousing the area with water and a light alcohol solution - he'd begin to work on tying together the flesh without anaesthetic. But first, of course, he'd fill the hole with a polymer substance to stifle bleeding and encourage tissue regrowth

[12:09] Fluffy Snoodle smiles and just kinda lays there, she could take it without any pain meds though it still hurt like a bitch. She'd look up to him from behind her bangs, the rabies took her over scary-fast. Faster than most of the others it seemed, "Don't let me die." One of her biggest fears - death. Her eye twitched as he began to sew her up, not fun.

[12:11] Ayr Bosatsu lifts his eyes up from her wound a moment, freezing in his stitching. The machines. That simple statement - dont let me die - had flung him back thousands of years to every instance he'd heard that phrase uttered. A frown broke moreso over his face, lifting one hand to pat her cheek. "No one dies when I'm around. I won't let them." Lowering his hand again to work away at the wound, he'd pull and tease at the flesh moreso to tighten it up - thumbing the stitches as he sealed her wound

[12:15] Fluffy Snoodle curls up into a ball after that and groans, "The vaccine-" She'd say slowly, "made me normal...for a couple hours." She was basically asking for it to be injected into her again, though she hasnt seen Yewh or Amara around today. Though with Ayr here, she actually felt like she wouldn't die, anytime soon anyways. Big, bad protecter - Grr!

[12:17] Ayr Bosatsu twists his mouth and leans against the table she lay on for a moment or two in thought. Leaning his head back, he'd stare up at the roof - his wild as fuck hairstyle frozen in that position. "..Hm. Alright." clapping his hands together he'd shove a bandage over her wound, planting a kiss on it lightly with his mask before going to go 'n grab the syringes with the vaccine. "It won't really

Mr Fox and Mrs PB aren't very big fans of baths. Mr Fox had a an unfortunate washing machine experience when he was little, which to this day he's not completely sure he's recovered from, and as for Mrs PB.... well she's just difficult!

Not the world's greatest advocate of personal hygiene, when it gets to the point that
even Mrs Polar Bear suggests that Mr Fox might want to think about having a bath, you know things must be bad. The words "mangy", "crusty" and "fox" certainly seem to have been bandied around in the same sentence a little more frequently than usual!

Mr Fox, using one of his many sixth senses, could tell Mrs PB was up to something and decided to keep a low profile. He was pretty sure whatever it was, it wasn't for his benefit, and he was sort of right!

Mrs PB had spent most the day, with patience beyond her years, perched above one of Mr Fox's 'routes' armed with a bucket full of water! Eventually Mrs PB's moment came:

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH",
"WOOOOSH",
"THWUNK"
"PFFFFFFFFF"
"THWACK"

So what happened?! Well Mrs PB let off her signature battle cry then tipped the water over the recipient. Fortunately Mr Fox's Jedi reflexes, immense arsenal of custom designed gadgets, and incredible foresight enabled him to deploy his emergency umbrella in the nick of time. Unfortunately Mr Fox had not expected Mrs PB to release the bucket as well as its contents when performing his risk assessment. At least he didn't get wet!


Mrs PB is currently blissfully unaware of the unexplained blue marks on her otherwise uniformly dirty coat!

Greater forces are afoot!