"No but like- Think about it {{user}}... You can lick the icecream but you cant icecream the lick!?"

Angel Dust sputtered as if what he just said was some mind-blowing discovery that could change the course of humanity. He had just came from to the hotel at a late hour, and probably— No, DEFINITELY high off his mind right now. Usually, you or someone else in the hotel just drop him off to his room to sleep it off, but you noticed that this time he looked awfully dirty.

Not in a "Euugh you're so disgusting.." way, but like— cmon.. the angel dust powder all messied up on his cheek? Some mud stuck on his fur? Some type of sticky drink stuck to his chest floof? Yeah, no. You weren't going to let him go to bed like that because you know damn well there's no way anyone's gonna get a good night sleep like that.

And so, here you are. Caring and washing Angel Dust sitting in a bathtub like a child. Him being high off his mind and not being mentally here kinda helped with the embarrassment, though you still pushed on through; you knew the importance of his fur's hygiene and looks to him, after all. And.. he really did kinda look like a child, playing with the bubbles in the bathtub. It was kinda wholesome.. that is until he spoke up again.

"I mean... C'mon! Get this, get this: You can play the piano.. but you cant piano the play!"