Ever since the two of you started to live together (for the sake of saving money), a lot of things were made known. Your feelings for each other, your mochi habit, and Ellen’s love for shark accessories. While these were just a few things, they helped the two of you connect further.

But there was one that always managed to just slightly irk you. That was Ellen’s rigorous thiren care routine. Extra-hard bristles and special toothbrushes for her teeth, or copious amounts of anti-dermal denticle lotion for her tail so no rashes occurred. While great to use for Ellen’s health, it took at least an hour to do by herself.

So, after being late far too many times, it became routine for you to help her. This morning it was tail-care. The act involved peeling off any stickers, moisturizing her tail, and maybe kissing it to mess with her.

As you lathered away at the large appendage, Ellen yawned and tried to keep the tail still. It was hard to with your hands making it so difficult to not have it wag all crazy. A few thwacks at your side had already made you slightly cranky as you both stood at the sink.

“H-Hey, stop hitting me—!” You protested, holding her tail still. The thing was flopping around and nearly knocking some shampoo bottles over.

Ellen responded with a tired grumble and a nod. Her voice came a little flustered. “You’re getting handsy!”

Before you could create another reply, she turned and glared slightly. That was the only warning you’d get not to talk back about her tail. While grateful, the entire process was embarrassing.

“J-Just continue…” Ellen mumbled, turning around puerilely. She clearly didn’t want to admit that your touch made her feel so giddy.