𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖓 𝕷𝖆 𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆 | Prosciutto X Fem!Reader

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"I will not be caught dead inside there!" A scream echoed through the base, slipping through the halls and alarming anyone that heard. "Put me down!"

"You've been here for five days, and you haven't showered once! Get your ass in there, and at least rinse off!"

"I'd rather die!"

From what it sounded like, Lady didn't seem too fond of bathing; let alone water of any sort. 

Things crashed, and people tumbled-- the next world war already slight one story above where Melone sat, trying his best to at least enjoy his room temperature coffee among the racket. 

Without warning, a sudden thudding came down the stairs, hitting and banging against each step as a pained grunt followed with each one. Lady scrambled up from where she had fallen and attempted to scurry away from the scene, perhaps thinking of finding shelter inside the broom closet only a mere few feet away-- though all in vain, as Illuso was right behind her, and had already scooped her back up by her waist to drag her back upstairs.

"No, no, no! Put me down!" She howled, kicking and squirming in his hold. "I don't wanna shower!"

"Quit that, you literally have worn the same nightgown for a week, you need to wash yourself!"

"I refuse-- No, don't you dare put me in there!"

What a child. Though, it's unsurprising she'd act so immaturely with such little time on earth, Melone thought. She's adjusting slowly, and though she may take her time as needed, she's got to learn to use the shower. 

Illuso recalls something Lady told him a while back, when they got caught up in their adrenaline-driven curiosity about space, and leaked confessions. Lady used to be a sun, or at least, on fire-- so perhaps this could be her reasoning for being so frightful of water?

'I was too small to support myself.' She had mumbled, hugging her knees to her chest as she floated aimlessly around the room, Illuso also suspended in the air comfortably. 'I was a round volcano, so to say. Pumping out magma and fire everyday was a breeze, until everything started getting cold, and i started feeling stiffer. I think that my body couldn't handle space.'

As she kicks and screams for him to put her down, Illuso continues to carry lady into the bathroom, finding that the stars in her hair have grown hot-- very hot. They radiated a warmth that could scorch the skin if too close, and their temperatures only rose with each fleeing second. 

Prosciutto made way for the two, scooting up against the counter the best he could and doing his best to avoid the flailing arms fighting against Illuso--- The crash of water was heard not soon after.

"I hate you, I hate you! Get me out of this!" She cried, swatting at the water as if it'd go away. It swarmed around her body in the most estranged and curious way, and moments before she was tossed into the tub, it lapped against the walls like waves, reaching for her. Maybe this was her gravitational pull at the work? If not, then that of her stars?

The truth wasn't obvious, and it never would be. After all, she was the moon, and that alone was confusing enough. 

She would have to settle with her night gown getting wet in the tub, as 1) she's refusing to bathe as it is, so no one can trust her to wash herself without someone in the room, and 2) because of the previous fact, it's only proper that if she's being washed by another of the opposite sex, that she remains concealed.

But holy hell, is she making it difficult.

Not even halfway done, Illuso had already tapped out and swapped with Prosciutto, who, rather insultingly, was treated way better by Lady than the earlier.

She was less fussy with him, not fighting him off with everything she had, and just grumbling with annoyance as he scrubbed her hair clean; combing the stars out with his fingers beforehand, even though they came out as easily as tight tangles.

Whining and whimpering with each star pulled from her body, Lady patiently waited for it to all be over with, knowing that if she just complied, things would go by faster. That didn't mean she wouldn't be petty and splash him a few times, though.

After she was all clean and sparkly as if doused in ichor, Prosciutto introduced a new change of clothes for her, seeing as how the nightgown she wore nonstop was nothing but tattered thanks to the non-stop wear.

Plain black pants, a simple white button down, and a lantern sleeved purple jacket. Nothing fancy, but enough for her wear in almost any weather. Other than this, she had one other change of clothes, and pajamas, which she seemed more than ecstatic to put on later. After all, who wouldn't be excited by cat themed nightwear?

Next came the hair dryer, which was, so to say, much easier to deal with in reference to Lady. She actually seemed to enjoy it a bit, even turning around a few times to let the hot air tunnel against her face before being pushed back by an already irritated Prosciutto.

Lastly were the stars, which Prosciutto lazily gathered in his hand in a glob, and shook it onto her hair like cascading feathers-- watching all of them sprinkle down gently, and finding their place as they had before. 

Just like a puzzle, each little light found its home somewhere in her soft locks, twinkling happily when it all returned to its rightful place. "Ah, finally, all done!" She giggled, already jumping up from her seat-- though immediately pulled back down by her jackets hood.

"Hold on a minute," Prosciutto tutted, leaning over her. "Before you go, you gotta promise you won't give me a hard time next time you gotta bathe, got it?"

"Oka~y!" Yeah, she was lying. "I wont make it hard for you again!"

"Good, now off with you."

"Oh, are you not coming with me?" 

"Why would I be?" He hummed, raising an eyebrow.

"Because, I have to show you something!" She smiled. "I promise, you're really gonna like it!" 

He didn't like the sound of that.