Walking in Spamton's Shoes: Chapter 4

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*Beep beep beep beep click*

7:30 at last.

Click turned off the alarm he set on the hotel clock and rubbed his eyes. He pulled the covers off of himself and yawned wide, stretching his arms and legs. Getting some proper sleep in this hotel was a blessing, he had been quite sleep deprived in the past few days, and it shows as he had slept through the whole night without interruption. As he was stretching, a foul stench smacked his nose, causing it to wrinkle up.

"Ughh, what's that smell?" Click mumbled.

He thought about where the smell could be coming from, and to no surprise, it was coming from him. Afterall, it had been days since his last shower.

"Oh yeah... It's me." he concluded.

Slipping off his boxers and removing his hair tie, he shuffled into the bathroom and got the shower ready, turning it to the right temperature, and opening up the pack of soap provided to him by the hotel. He stepped in and began to soak his hair, letting it get heavy with water before applying the shampoo. As he scrubbed his scalp, he noticed a few specks of dirt drip down from his hair to his feet and toward the drain. Guess being outside for most of the day caused him to pick up some stray dust and debris. Once the shampoo was done, he applied the conditioner and massaged it into his roots. While the conditioner did its thing, he grabbed the soap and began to clean the fur on his body, making sure to scrub his armpits and inner thigh area well. More and more dirt accumulated by his feet and flowed down the drain, it had taken him aback a bit as he was never the type to ever get dirty, even for events purposely designed for that like sports, so to see so much of it wash off of him was unexpected.

Once he was done cleaning his fur, he took a breath and leaned his head on the front shower wall, letting the water continuously pour onto his head and body. He didn't realize just how much he had missed taking a shower, the comforting feeling of warmth from the water and the fresh clean feeling afterwards felt so long ago, but it had only been about four days. His eyes drooped and he relaxed, taking in the experience. He knew he had some work to do today, but it had been so long since he felt so safe and vulnerable, he didn't want to leave it quite yet. He stood that way in the shower for a good ten minutes before deciding to finish, turning off the water, and grabbing the provided towels. He started with his face and worked his way down, squeezing the water out of his fur and rubbing the more hard to reach places dry. Once he was dry enough, he wrapped his hair with the towel and stepped out, the humidity in the bathroom keeping his face soft and warm. He then got to work on the rest of the hygiene routine and began to brush his teeth. Click often suffered from morning breath, and today was no expedition. Having only desserts to eat yesterday certainly did a number on his mouth, even the brushing he did last night didn't remove all of the residue, so he had quite the punch to his breath. The minty taste of the toothpaste removed any remaining sugary residue, leaving his mouth fresh and clean once again. He grabbed the tube of deodorant that was also in the grooming kit and applied it under his armpits, it would certainly help him keep the sweat and stench away while he walked around the city. There were small spray bottles of cologne as well in the grooming kit, but Click decided to wait to use those until after he got dressed; he could apply them to his clothes and get a better result. Finally he took his hair out of the towel and used the blow dryer hanging on the wall to dry his hair. Once it was dry enough, he moved onto drying some of his fur that he missed with the towel, the hair on his head dangling in his face, blocking some of his vision. Luckily he didn't need all of his vision to determine when he was all dry, and didn't fix it up with the brush until he was finished drying.

He stepped out of the bathroom clean and ready for the day, and moved onto prepping his clothes. They were wrinkled from the day before, so he decided to iron them out again. Luckily the iron in this hotel was much nicer and had a water spray feature, so he could better smooth out the ripples without risking burning the fabric again. The previous iron mark still mocked him, unable to try and wash it away as he knew hotels didn't have a laundromat he could use. All he could do was crisp them up and spray them with the cologne, which was better than nothing. Once his clothes were done ironing, he put the board away and slipped his clothes back on. Since they weren't really cleaned up, the dry dust that was invisibly caked to them released onto his body, which gave him a bit of an itch. He decided to shrug it off and continue getting ready, putting on his shoes and tying the laces tighter this time as he didn't want them to come undone again at the wrong place at the wrong time. He grabbed the cologne from the bathroom and used it on various parts of his clothes, mainly the spots he would most likely sweat from, and a bit on his neck. The cologne smelt of a sweet and tart citrus, which complimented his pink hue, but also woke his system up for the day, which quickly alarmed him to eat breakfast.