Tiny Troubles

Part 8

Previously on Tiny Troubles...

He desperately hoped that Sensei could get that Tomorrow's Tea soon. He didn't think he could stand to be any more embarrassed.

Cole let out a huge sigh and turned his attention back to the tub. He could worry about being embarrassed later. Right now, he really wanted to feel relaxed and get all of this mud off.

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Part 8

Cole decided that when he got older, he should take more bubble baths. Because this was awesome.

Cole sighed in content as he relaxed in the tub, loving how good it felt to relax in the warm water. Considering that he was living with, and therefore sharing a bathroom with four other people, he rarely got the chance to take as long as he liked getting clean(Kai always got grumpy whenever someone took a long time in the bathroom, despite the fact that he took forever just to get his hair right).

The little ninja considered getting out, since he had finished scrubbing the mud off of his body and had washed his hair(though he was unsure of how successful he was—it was surprisingly hard to wash his hair now...), but decided that he could stay in for a little bit longer. Because dang, taking a bubble bath was awesome...

Cole looked up as he heard a knock on the door. "Cole? May I enter?" he heard Zane ask.

Cole bit his lip but answered, "Yeah, sure. Just as long as you promise not to look!"

Zane chuckled lightly as he entered the bathroom, a small bundle of clothes in his hands. "Do not worry, my friend," the nindroid reassured Cole. "I am just dropping off some clean clothing for you to put on when you are done."

Cole waded through the water to the edge of the tub, making sure that only his head and the top of his shoulders breached the surface. "Is my gi already clean?" he asked, trying to take a peek at the clothes.

Zane shook his head. "It is still being washed, so I borrowed some of Lloyd's old clothing from before he became older. They may be a little large on you, but I figured it would fit better than anything of yours," he explained.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Cole admitted. "Thanks Zane. I'll be out in a minute, so I'll be able to put them on."

Zane peeked at Cole over his shoulder, and frowned slightly. "Have you washed your hair yet, Cole?"

Cole squeaked and hid behind some bubbles. "Zaaaaane, you promised not to look!" he complained.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to look. Though, you have not answered my question."

"Yes, I did wash my hair! Can you please stop looking now?!"

"Cole, your hair is still dirty."

"It is?! Awwwww, man!" Cole groaned. "Can't I just leave it? I don't feel like trying to wash it again, it was hard enough the first time!"

"I do not think that would be a good idea, Cole," Zane chided gently.

Cole groaned again. "I don't wanna wash it again though..." he whined softly.

Zane hummed. "If you want," he suggested. "I could probably wash your hair for you."

Cole felt his cheeks heat up. As if him having to help me take off my shirt wasn't bad enough! "N-no! I can do it myself!" he immediately said, already reaching for the shampoo, only for his hand to tip it over and make it fall on the floor.

"Are you certain?" Zane asked, walking over and picking up the shampoo bottle. "You did mention that you had a hard time washing it before."

Cole sank into the water until it was to his chin, trying to will away his blush. "I can do it," he muttered sulkily.