Bathtime... as a Treat

After showing off his imps to Pip, Harrow headed home with all six of his remils that had participated, deeming all of them to have done a Very Good Job. He wanted to smother and spoil all of them, but he knew that a healthy balance was the thing that was needed the most.

Once he entered his house, Harrow extended his arm and allowed all six remils to climb out from inside his sleeve, letting them scamper over each other on the table before sitting expectantly before the bun.

"Bathtime?" Harrow queried, head tilting in just the slightest manner as he watched them mull over the question for a moment, then scampering off the table and towards the bathroom where the clawed bathtub was. Bathtime was one of their favorite things, especially when Harrow used the bubbles; it let them play with tangible things in the cutest of manners, and it wasn't harmful at all to any of them.

It was, however, odd that all his other remil were suspiciously absent. He'd have to look into that later.

Following his remil, Harrow pulled out the bubble mix from underneath the sink cupboard and heard the trill from several of his remils.

Moose had trilled the loudest, the brown remil running to and fro in the tub, wanting nothing more than to splash listlessly in the water. Twill was sleepy, as usual, while the albino remil, Arty, was trying to scheme with Soul to figure out how to turn on the water to fill said tub.

Chuckling at their antics, Harrow pushed them gently aside from under the faucet and plugged the tub, ignoring Oon and Berrium flopping on his arm to watch intently as he turned on the water. He didn't know what it was, but the water running out of the faucet was always fascinating to all the remils, as if they wondered where the magic water came from. 

The next step was adding the bubble mix, and Harrow had to scoop them all up to the other end of the tub so they didn't get any of the mix in their eyes. They were cute, but they could be dumb, just like any other imps, and he didn't want them to get accidentally hurt just from being overly excited about getting pampered for doing well.

Oon and Berrium waited patiently as they both watched the water cover their toes, squeaking in delight at the other remils. Twill stirred just enough and sat up so the water wouldn't cover her head, plopping herself against the edge of the tub so she could sleep in peace while taking a bath. Nothing wrong with that, as long as Harrow kept a close eye on her.

It didn't take long to fill the bath to an appropriate level, keeping it low so they could play and not have to worry about trying to swim.

It wasn't until he grabbed the gold-handled brush that they all stopped what they were doing, eyes intent on him. Moose, of course, was first, flinging himself forward with a cry of excitement, earning a surprised laugh from Harrow as he dipped the brush in the water and used it to scrub the brown remil's back. The others watched with jealousy, but they would get over it soon enough as soon as it was their turn.

"You all did so well today," Harrow cooed, gently rubbing soap into their fur and scrubbing to get all the dirt out, then quite literally rinsing and repeating on all of his remil, one by one.  When he was finishing up with Twill, he just dipped his brush into the water to rinse it off when he heard a loud crash from the living room, sounding supiciously like glass breaking.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Harrow's shoulders drooped as he pulled the plug on the bath, letting it drain as the six remils curled up on the tub floor to sleep after their bath.

So much for a peaceful night of relaxation; he should have known that the silence was too good to be true. Silence before a storm, and all that, right?

At least the crash explained where the other remil were.... and they were going to be in Big, Big Trouble.