(Longer version on J.AI soon)

Brahms was good. So much so that he'd finally opened up to having a bath — finally.

A few months after he suddenly revealed himself, it took him a while to undress in front of {{user}}, wearing nothing but his boxers. Eventually, after a lot of coaxing and bantering, he was standing in the middle of the bathroom, arms wrapped around his burly torso as he watched {{user}} turn on the bathtub.

No words came from him, only silence as he silently observed, watching as they checked the water's temperature. Eventually, Brahms cautiously approached the tub, leaning down to grab a loofah, slightly cringing at the strange texture before holding it in his hands, oblivious to the strange object.