Digimon Story: Rainbow Traverse -- Chp 8

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"Technically," said Gotsumon. "Not that we use it. We're rocks. Why would we?"

"So that's a no on soap and shampoo bottles," reasoned Ike.

"Not unless you wanna try the heavy duty stuff we use to get rid of mold and crap." The rock digimon then let out a dry chuckle. "I'm kidding. Bought you a bottle've body wash earlier, but just the one, okay? It's upstairs in the bathroom."

“Okay, thank you.. so I guess -“

And Alemana began sprinting towards the stairs-

(“You should come up too Renamon, so we can wash your fur! It’s been awhile since the Yokomon bath after all!”)

"(Oh,)" said the vulpine, her voice in the back of Al's head. "(So you did notice I was there. Good, you're learning~)"

As the tamer closed the door to the bathroom behind him, Renamon appeared to the side of it, rubbing her chin as she regarded the bathtub. It was basic, stretching from one side of the room to the other, with a waterproof curtain for modesty - despite the small, frosted window on the wall.

"Hmm... I'm not sure about this," she said, looking over the scratched base of the tub. "Won't my fur clog the drain?"

(“Maybe I could feel your heart, Renamon~“) and once the door was locked and she appeared.. he would look at the drain

“If it can survive occasional use by some rocks.. I’m sure your fur won’t hurt it.” Al said absently as he began to undress.

Renamon raised a brow at that, huffing a smile to herself as she began taking off her arm gloves. When Alemana turned to look back on her, his face was met by them, followed by his partner's chuckle.

"Careful," she said, sauntering over. "A lady is present~"

At the risk of activating some deadly bathroom-styled trap, she turned on the water, testing the temperature with a naked paw as she waited for Al to finish undressing.

“A lady who’s always acting like a demon,” Alemana teased as he watched her do so.. and despite himself he felt his cheeks redden. A moment later he finished and gently tapped her tail.

“How.. is the water?”

"Lukewarm, but better than cold." Peeking over her shoulder, she then gestured for Al to climb in. "I'll wait out here so it's not too cramped for you."

Covering himself, he would climb into the tub, before looking up at her.

“So, what have you been up to today while we’ve slept?”

"A few things," mused the fox. "One of them's even a surprise."

“Oh?” He then shivered from the water, before sudsing up his hair. “Is it a good surprise?”

"It is to me~"

Drawing the curtain, Renamon then slid down so her back was propped against the outside wall of the tub.

"As for the rest," she said. "I've been doing the usual. Scouting the neighborhood, keeping an eye out for trouble, was afraid I'd have to incapacitate our host when the Tumblemon told him what was going on."

“I’m a little scared now,” he said with a chuckle.. and then he sighed

“I mean we have ourselves to blame for that one, we all took off our masks. Besides.. I couldn’t be mad at the Tumblemon, can you?”

"Gotsumon did warn us not to use the front door at night. Hmhmhm, and no, not in the slightest."

Alemana then began hearing something from the window just above him. It sounded like Pagumon, yelling.

“I take it we got complacent huh.. but it’s a good thing that Gotsumon is a lot like Gauntmon, huh?” And then he rinsed his hair.

"To be fair, it had been a long day of near-nonstop action for us," said Renamon. "Exhaustion can make even the most airtight plan fall short of the mark."

There came a metallic crash of what must have been trashcans outside, followed by more yelling from Pagumon.

"As for Gotsumon," continued the fox. "I agree, though he's difficult to read at times. Being overworked as he is, it's almost like he wears a mask himself. All you see is the tiredness in his eyes and body language, not truly knowing what he's feeling on the inside."