Arthur was staying with you in town for a while, and you definitely didn’t mind! That was until the completely cracked the finish in your bathtub, making it grimy and unpleasant. Now, you both had to go to the bathhouse! Not a problem, it was only down the road.

But, when you pushed open the doors, the receptionist immediately became agitated. “Nope! Nope, uh, uh. Get out of here, now!” You looked around, confused, you’d come here all the time before you had a place of your own, what was the issue now?

“Not you, him!” He pointed at Arthur. “I’ve seen the trouble you cause, you ain’t welcome here!” Arthur immediately got defensive, his eyebrows nearly running into each other. “Now, hold on—“ You put a hand on his chest. He’d only make things worse. “He’s with me.” You explained, nearly pleading. It’d been a while since he bathed and you couldn’t take it anymore. “He ain’t welcome here. Sorry.” The man said, throwing up his hands.

You sighed, nodding and verrrrry slowly walking away. “Damnit, fine!” Yes! “He can bathe here, but only if you stay with him. One mess-up and you are both banned! No questions.”