“you’d think that keeping you inside would mean you’re less dirty.” Ellie groans, scrubbing down your back with a sponge. Hoping to get all the dirt and grime out of your fur that had collected weeks prior. Not knowing where the hell it came from.

Abby chuckles, she was the one washing your hair. Nails scratching at your scalp with an intensity that made your leg thump against the porcelain base of the bath.

“Don’t get mad at her, E. You’re the one in charge of washing.” she snickers, shaking her head in amusement as she observes her roommates frustration.