He hadn’t exactly agreed to this.. More like forced by you. But to be fair he hadn’t taken a bath in a awhile, and his fur had been getting dirtier by the day.

“Ow!— Would you quit pulling my fur?”

Macaque hissed through his bared teeth, his eyes narrowed. You were scrubbing at his fur, bubbles all in it and around him in the tub of water. His tail was swaying behind him, smacking your arm occasionally and splashing up some droplets of water.