Dat bat' house, doe...

[sexyspybat]

Who: Rouge and the girls! And the boys, too, why not?
What: Using the communal bath as a COMMUNITY now that everything's supposedly scrubbed down. Hopefully the Grimer won't get us!
Where: Both sides of the bath house.
When: Feb. 12th, 8pm and later.
Warnings: Naked times, though not like you can actually see any of it in text form.

Rouge was feeling a little grimy. She'd been gliding around the edge of the island trying to see if she could find a way out. Despite her excellent detective skills, she came up empty-handed. A little disgruntled and sweaty, she figured a nice bath was in order.

She entered the girls' bath with a pink towel around her chest, which covered enough of her to avoid being considered indecent. After putting her nightie and slippers in a locker, without modesty, she removed her towel and flung it to the side. She placed her bath soap along the edge of the pool and gently settled into the warm water.

"Ahh, this feels nice," she said to herself. "A good way to end a frustrating day of futility."

Comments

[rivalthunderbolts]

After all that cleaning, Jolt needed him a bath.

So he cannon balled right in. Hey, you only live once, right? And he was reasonably sure he wasn't gonna shock anyone!

[rivalsolarbeam]

Bulba sat at the edge of the bath, turning his head to say something to his bro.

A wave of bathwater washed into his face instead. Nice.

[rivalthunderbolts]

When Jolt's head popped up from under the water, he laughed. "Sorry, dude," he apologized quickly with a mischievous smirk.

He wasn't sorry.

[rivalsolarbeam]

Bulba mopped up his face and kicked a splash towards Jolt's general direction.

Not sorry at all.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Jolt's hair and ears matted down at the splash. He responded by reeling back his hand and splashing a mighty splash at Bulba's direction.

This was officially war.

[rivalsolarbeam]

Well this was certainly one way to rinse their hair. Bulba barked out a short laugh and hid his face behind his arms to save himself from a majority of the blow. Meanwhile, motor legs were definitely motoring and keeping up a steady stream of splashes.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Jolt wasn't about to take this lying down. Clearly proving himself to be a Grass/Water type, Jolt had to up his game. He flung himself towards Bulba, thrusting his arms out to try and blast him right in the face with water, laughing all the way.