house call [c]

Ahh...finally, it was evening. While by now his sensitive nose had gotten used to the sewer smells of his workplace, it did not make it any less nasty. He certainly did not want this stench to cling to his fur back at home, even if he had already applied some perfume to himself before he left. After making sure that he wasn't followed, he happily opened the tiny front gate and entered his house, making a beeline for the bathroom.

Even if his house was small, work paid well enough for him to decorate it with rather fancy furniture, he'd like to think. And while he used some slight underhanded ways to get this plot of land (mostly connections, or a few favors, a sprinkle of intimidation, and he made sure to burn the trail), it was under his name legally, and so he didn't have to worry about rent and the like. Taking his time, he would let ice cold water fill the porcelain bathtub (another bonus; he didn't have to pay for a heater) before adding Pecha flower extract into the mix. He would try to do a preliminary wash and soap of his fur before settling in the tub, for he did not want to immediately taint it with the smell of the sewers.

He often lost himself to this particular ritual, but of course, too long of a soak was bad for his fur, so he would be done in an hour or less, drying himself before preparing a nice cup of tea to settle down for the evening. It was quiet outside, just the way he liked it, and the living room allowed him to feel a little bit of normalcy; something he sorely lacked. Probably he would just read another third of this book before retiring for bed--

His nose twitched. What...what was that pungent smell?!

Did he not bathe well enough? He tried to sniff his fur, but he could only smell the lightly sweet Pecha. If not him, then...his ocean blue eyes scanned his room until it was on his large window, which was unfortunately not empty.

They locked eyes for a few moments; Samuel had been shocked to speechlessness before he erupted into a flurry of curses from all the Legendaries his parents taught him, "What the fuck are you doing here, you mangy mutt?!" he then immediately added, "I--I'm not letting you in! Arceus, you smell even worse than usual! I didn't even know that was even possible!"

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Rudolf - i wish that scene could be drawn where they're just staring at each other lol

Argh! Why was he licking the glass?! Now he had to wash that tomorrow with a hose...he hoped to Arceus that he hadn't disturbed his flower garden outside. He apologized in his mind to the plants outside for having to face the full assault of that horrible stench. The mutt didn't look like he was planning on leaving any time soon, though, and now that he had recovered from the initial shock, it would be a terrible idea to keep shouting for it would alert the neighbors.

Then again, getting the dog chased out of the residential district wasn't a bad idea--

Ugh, no, he didn't want to bother with explaining himself to the boss, and even if Grim did not really give much attention to the mutt compared to his mother, it was still--in a way--his mother's dog. He let out a huff and considered his options. "...don't you have any other place to be? Like...with the Don or something." he knew the question to be futile for really, sometimes the mutt would just disappear for an evening or a week at a time doing who knew what. He unfortunately had to consider letting him in. If that were the case, he would force a bath. Or wait, he could go outside and hose him? The icy fox certainly did not want all of those icky things in his fur on his porcelain tub.

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Rudolf

Samuel's ears would flick incessantly, mulling over his options. It looked like the mutt was thinking the same, and he immediately pushed himself up the moment he saw the Lycanroc's eyes glance at his flower bed. His tails were twitching as the room's temperature started to dip ever so slightly. The icy fox would wince a little at the low voice; he almost pitied the thing. Almost. He remembered when he was younger there were always guard Pokemon around his home, but they were treated with more respect than this.

Ugh...but the dirt and grime and that Arceus-awful smell...

He once again thought about the hose. Well, he had to do something. And as much as he liked to think he was hardened by his life experiences and the mafia, he still had a soft spot. With a sigh, he decided to leave a bookmark where he left the last page and close the book before walking towards the window. His nose twitched as the smell got stronger, and for a moment only the glass pane separated them. He didn't dare ask how he got those little solid bulks in his fur. "I am not letting you in until you get washed. Move aside, and do not touch anything." he would remove the latch and push the window aside, and with that he got the full assault of whatever the mutt rolled in.

He gagged before shaking his head and stepping outside, glaring at the dog to make sure that he wasn't going to try stepping inside his home. He quickly closed the window to make sure before walking over to get the hose that was on the ground at the side. But before that, he would turn the valve and let some water run. "Alright, come here so I can try to get some of that gross...whatever that is off of you."

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Rudolf - my writing is officially kapoot. gotta get back into this again lol