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>The soap lathers over your coat and the top of your mane. Anon's touch is soft and careful, and you wonder how much he worries about your size considering you're about the size of his hand.
>"Not too rough?"
>A bit of the bubbles dribbles down your face so with your mouth closed, you hum in reply that you're okay.
>You get some of the soap yourself and begin your running it through your mane as Anon delicately washes your wings.
>A part of you feels kinda sorta bad but not really about this. Obviously you can clean yourself but when Anon noticed that hooves aren't the best for delicate work, he offered to help.
>And well, it's nice to indulge in a little pampering sometimes. Right?
>Once he is finished with your wings, Anon grabs a towel and uses it to dry his hair while you wash yourself off.
>You're not sure if it's just because of his size but he looks so detailed.
>You can see the creases in his skin where the joints are, the gradient colours showing what parts of his skin is so often exposed to the sun, and then he looks towards you and you see into those large piercing eyes that seem to be casting nets of coloured clouds, surrounding a black pupil that always seems to have something behind them. Then you realise you might seem like you're staring and so instead awkwardly clear your throat.
"So, uhm, what are going to do... tonight?"
>"I dunno," he shrugs, "We could watch something, read, chat, or maybe play a game."
"I'm not sure what we could talk about," you reply, not wanting to dismiss the idea but at the same time unsure if you should make plans on it when you're drawing a completely blank.
>"Me either. I haven't eaten much but it's getting late, so I'd like to pig out on something. Maybe a couple snacks."
"Oh, but we don't... Uh, we haven't gone shopping in a while."
>Anon nods and looks distant as he remembers.
