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Chapter 63 | Bathe

"Remi!" Emerson sang as he walked into his room, "Guess whaaat?"

Remington glanced over at him lazily, "You finally realized you're cursed and you're actually a Goldfish that was turned into an elf?" 

He sighed, "Nice try. Even if I was secretly a fish, I'd be something much more exotic than a gold fish. Something like a Banggai Cardinalfish or a French Angelfish."

"I think you're more likely to be a Clownfish." He sat up in bed, crossing his legs Indian style. "What're you so excited about? And what's that smell?"

"Well, Croc just got back from a little business trip to Midguard. It seems some of the others asked him to pick up a little something you can only get there. He had some other things to do, so he asked me to give them baths before they meet their new owners."

He set the basket down on the bed and carefully pulled the blanket back. Wrapped up in a fluffy throw, there was a small puppy and an even smaller kitten. Both creatures didn't exist in their current realm. They were a rarity, making them even more precious. Remington quickly turned into a five year old the second he saw a dog. It didn't matter if that dog smelled awful from the humans. He could care less.

"Aaaww," He cooed as he picked him up, "You're just a wee little baby. You poor angel, having to handled by that mean old demon." The baby corgi yawned, just making his heart break more, "Oh-ho, you're far too pure for this place. I'd take your home with me if I could, but if I did that, I might make Croc mad. He's not someone you want to make mad. C'mon, you precious little cherub baby, let's get you all clean and pretty."

Remington jumped down from the bed, puppy in hand, and walked into the bathroom. He set the small corgi down on the fluffy rug for a minute while he warmed the water. Even though Jasper didn't exactly approve of what his workers did, he let it go. Croc figured if he didn't intervene he must've been fine with it. After all they've been through, they deserved the type of love only two balls of fluff could bring.

Emerson sighed as he picked up the kitten, "Of course, he leaves me to wash the cat. I swear, if I get cat scratch fever because of him, I'm going to let you claw everything in his closet." He held up the white puff in front of him and grinned ear to ear, "Yes, I am. Yes, I am. D'aw, you aren't even fully awake. I'll try to make this as quick and painless as possible." 

In the short time that he'd been talking to the kitty, Remington had managed to get himself wetter than the dog. He sat himself in the tub along with the puppy. In his mind, it'd make him more comfortable. Remington was reckless, something Sebastian had spent so much time trying to correct. 

Emerson hated to admit it, but it hurt to not hear his oldest brother parenting them for once. He'd always been a thorn in their sides. Whenever they got one of their bright ideas, Sebastian was the one to throw logic in the mix and ruin their fun. Yet, now, it feels so empty to not hear his voice.

He looked down at the white kitten, "You know, as strange as it is, I have a feeling we'll be alright. I have to wonder how Sebastian is biding his time in the afterlife?"

"I'm not sure, really, but at least we know he's in good company." Remington replied. He scratched the puppy's head to rub in some soap, "And so are we, aren't we? So, why'd Croc bring these guys back, anyways? He doesn't strike me as the puppy and kitten type."

"He told me after we bathe them, the kitten is to go Micah and the corgi to Felix. Now, I can't image that brute having much a need for a kitty cat, but that little girl that follows him around could use a friend. She loves cats too. She never puts down that stuffed one she carries around." Emerson said. 

He gently set the kitten down on the counter. Being much smaller than the corgi, he could manage to bathe her in the sink just fine. The real challenge was getting a cat to be okay with a bath. It's a good thing he was used to tough patients.