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Post by Pebble on Dec 17, 2016 0:25:00 GMT
He needed a bath. Bad. Considering Benedict didn't take showers on his own, it was up to Alula to give him one. She lured him into the bathroom with the tennis ball and closed the door behind them. And, considering he probably wouldn't get in on his own, she had to carry him and put him in the tub. "Okay. Don't mind me. Water is good, okay?" She asked, but still rubbed the back of his neck soothingly as she turned the water on and adjusted it. Game on.
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Post by Timur on Dec 17, 2016 2:15:04 GMT
Benedict was oblivious to the situation, he thought they were playing. Duh! Why else would she bring a tennis ball? He allowed her to carry him, thinking it was part of the game. She must of been really, really strong to be able to carry him in his dogon form he assumed. He didn't know what showers were and no one told him so he didn't take any, the only cleaning he got was when he washed his hands and/or face because he was playing in the dirt again. Benedict felt her hand at the back of his neck and would relax a little, liking the touch. The sound of the water turning on would cause him to jump but again, he didn't comprehend what was going on so he didn't think anything of it. But when was she going to throw the ball?
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Post by Pebble on Dec 17, 2016 2:40:30 GMT
//HE'S THE SIZE OF A BORDER COLLIE I CAN PICK UP MY GERMAN SHEPHERD ALULA IS A WINCHESTER WHO HAS BEEN ON THE STREETS SHE CAN PICK HIM UP.
Okay. He didn't seem to care yet. She kept one hand on him, tightening her muscles as she prepared for him to flip out. She knew enough about animals that they would. So, once the water was full enough, she shut it off and flinched. Then, she cupped her hand and splashed it on his chest, watching as the water basically turned black from the dirt. Ew. "Dogs."
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Post by Timur on Dec 18, 2016 0:45:20 GMT
He didn't notice that the water had risen, he probably could of gone the whole time oblivious to the situation had Alula not splashed it. Tennis balls were enticing. But she did slash him with the water, something he was not expecting in the slightest. Last time he had been wet was because he was trying to figure out how to make it easier to walk in the snow and had accidentally put poison ivy on his feet. Pleasant experience? No. Didn't give him a good relationship with water either.
So he freaked.
He remembered the itchiness and soreness of his paws, how the little dragonet he had found had taken it away, but mostly how horrible his paws had felt. The male leapt, a panicked expression on his face as he tried to scramble out of the tub. He threw water just about everywhere's in the process, slipping and sliding and yipping and yelping and getting nowhere. The water splashed and he grew more desperate, trying to find something- anything- that he could grip on to just get out of the tub and the bad water. And she hadn't even thrown the tennis ball!
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Post by Pebble on Dec 18, 2016 1:02:37 GMT
And he flipped. Didn't surprise her. Her first reaction was to jump back a bit and let him have it his way but, he was going to get himself hurt. So, carefully, she managed to get a hold of the main part of his body, his chest area. But oh hey, she forgot claws existed. In his desperate attempt to try to get away from the dark water, he managed to get her, raking his claws across her forearm. She sucked in a breath and immediately pulled back. It hadn't started to bleed yet. There was a long burn sensation before the scarlet liquid started to show, quickly dripping down her arm and onto the ground below. It was too big to cover with her mere hands and she felt she would probably need bandages. Why did she always get hurt? Oh crap. Benedict. "For heaven's sake, Benny! You're jot going to drown, quit it!" She snapped at him, teats pooling at her eyes from the pain in her arm. She didn't seem too concerned with it.
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