[he'll dig his fingernails in a bit as he scrubs, but not too hard. Though he's still very quick and efficient about it; not laboring over the task, so it's no time at all before he's reaching for that small bucket again, scooping some water up to pour down his back and wash away the soap]
[Edward's quiet throughout, not even really protesting anymore or anything, just... sitting there. Cleaning, letting Oswald do what he needs to, all that.
...He's not even sure what he's thinking right now.]
There--that seems sufficient. [and he's moving to peer at Edward's front, holding the bucket out to him] Now you can just wash off, and then you'll be all done.
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...He's not even sure what he's thinking right now.]
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That, and wet fur feels all sort of weird.]
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...well, you're certainly clean now.
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[YOU ARE
HE SEES YOU HOLDING IN THAT LAUGH]
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Edward, I would never.
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