[Peony doesn't consider what he's doing now to be traumatizing - no, this is just a temper tantrum. One that he's defeated apparently, since there are no more complaints from the rappig. They both emerge from the bathroom after another fifteen minutes or so, Aslan looking sullen with his fur all fluffed up from the towel drying and Peony simply seeming sleepy. A meal and a hot bath are more than enough to make him want a nap, particularly on a day that he's declared as a day off from work.
At least he had the decency to put a robe on.]
Man, I'm tired now. I hope you take your own baths without a fight.
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At least he had the decency to put a robe on.]
Man, I'm tired now. I hope you take your own baths without a fight.