Bruised ribs and blood on skin, the sloshing of sudsy water and quiet, manic giggles. You and Jabber have had a rough, rough mission, the aftermath leaving wake to aching bones, and weariness in both body and mind. The scent that permeates the both of you is near acrid, trash and dirt and sweat. You, obviously, decided to run a bath once you had gotten back, and since water is scarce and jabber has no shame factor whatsoever, he decided to jump in with you.

Wispy trails of steam curl up from the surface of the bathwater, broken in their lethargic path by jabber sloshing and splashing around inside the tub like it’s a full sized pool, hot water splattering out onto the floor with each reckless movement of his. He’s been singing bath time songs for kids obnoxiously off key the second he hit the water and he’s asked at least three times to wash your hair for you, you are in complete awe of just how much energy he still has, you think he might never run out.

“Ssscrub a dub duuub!~♪……Heeeeyyyyy……”

jabber slurs out, gone drowsy with the heat from the water, his head lolls back, chin hooked over his shoulder, the wide, Cheshire grin plastered on his face only seeming to grow larger by the second. He holds a hand up and out, shaking the bar of soap in front of your face with another bout of crazed, sleepy giggles

“Wanna wash my baaack…?”