"FUCK." Sunny shouts, scrambling around. Mewo jumps, surprised at the sudden movement. His mom stared at him, rushing around trying to find something she was sure didn't exist.
Eventually he gives up, flopping down on his stomach with a loud groan. "Where is iiiiiiiiiit!?" He moans.
"What are you looking for honey?" His mother asks worriedly. Usually he didn't give up so easily. He was usually more stubborn than this.
"My hoodieee. I can't find it!" Sunny groans, rolling over. His mom frowns, "honey, we had to get rid of it a few years ago. It got torn up in the wash."
Sunny sits up, "what!? My cat hoodie!? That was my favorite hoodie…" He says sadly. His mother hums, kneeling down next to him. "We can get you a new one for your birthday. Does that sound good?"
Sunny leans onto her side, nodding slowly. "But my birthday is in two days."
She nods, "I know. I'm sure I can find you a new one before then. Why don't you go take a bath? You kinda need one."
Sunny huffs and glares at her, "are you saying I stink?" She nods slowly. "You haven't showered in over a month, honey."
Sunny huffs again, "fine. I'll go take a bath." He mutters, standing up. "Do you want help?" She asks teasingly.
"No! I'm a grown man! I don't need help bathing!" He shouts, face bright red. He rushes out of his room and into the bathroom, closing the door harshly behind him. "Don't slam the door or I won't find that hoodie!"
Sunny sighs, "sorry! Won't happen again!" It's definitely gonna happen again. Not on purpose or anything. It just happens. Y'know, you move your arm a bit too hard and it just slams shut. Is that a normal thing that happens? He can't ask Kel or Hero since, one: it was too late in the afternoon. And two: he was getting naked. So it would be kind of rude to just show up at their house half naked. And not the decent half naked.
Sunny groans, yanking his shirt off and tossing it on the ground. He glanced at the mirror before immediately looking away, cringing at himself. It's not that he thought he looked bad, he thought he looked like shit. He was also… greasy. He really looked like a real hikikomori.
He also just didn't like looking at himself. It made him feel… bad. He just didn't like it.
Sunny rushes over to the bathtub, turning the faucet on and waiting for it to fill. Once full, he climbs in. He winces, making contact with the hot fucking water.
Sunny sat idle in the bathtub. Unwilling to move. When he wanted the water to be warm… he didn't mean bubble bubble toil and trouble warm. He didn't really intend to make the water so hot that he sears his fucking skin off. Maybe he was destined to become soup. All of his grease and ick making up the broth. And he was the meat. Cooking in his own filth.
…yeah no he wasn't doing this. Using his feet, he pulls the drain plug out of the drain. He covers his ears with wet hands as the water drains down. It was kind of a waste of water, but Sunny didn't really want to cook alive. He also didn't like the possibility of drowning and his mother finding his dead, naked body. That would just be embarrassing.
Instead, he would just let the water run. He's heard of showers. They sound much more convenient than baths. But how would he take a shower without a shower? He can't. He'll just get his hair wet, soap it up and stick his hair under the faucet to rinse it. That's the easiest way he can do this. Not the most comfortable way since it'd be loud and overstimulating. But it would have to do.
But then there's the rest of his greasy, disgusting body. How would he do that? He'll figure it out when the time comes. His hair was wet enough, so he grabs his shampoo, the vanilla scented one (literally the only one he'll use) and begins rubbing it in his hair.
