This may be more work than it's worth.
I have heard Joscelin complain about the clothing box and I have seen Phedre wear some strange items, I do not think she was best pleased that I stained my chamma with blood accidental as it was. Still she acquired me a new set of clothes somewhere and they are quite finely made. This is how I know she did not produce them nor the clothing box. Still for the task I have set myself today the clothing box output will be quite sufficient. The shirt it has given me is not badly made, just strangely decorated. I know what a turtle is, and a teenager. It is only the words mutant and ninja that are mysteries. The picture does not explain either. Perhaps if I mention them to Phedre, she will know or at least care to look them up, she enjoys the study of languages.
I do not feel that anyone anywhere would really care to wear shorts in the colour combinations the box gave me, the lavender and orange are the least offensive pair so they will have to do. Greg watches me acquire these items and change while chattering quite madly and looking pleased with himself. He has learned a lot and follows me without question now but I doubt he will be pleased when we are done. I still have not worked out how I am going to train him to follow Phedre instead but I shall work on that once he is acceptable.
He clambers easily on my shoulder now, he seems to like the challenge of climbing me as well as the laziness of being carried and I make my way upstairs. He leaps down when we reach the rooms set aside for bathing. I have not brought him here before and he takes the chance to explore a new area. I turn on the showering device and adjust the temperature and fetch both soap and the liquid hair cleanser. I whistle for Greg and he responds eagerly as I know he will. I normally whistle when I have food for him. I grasp him firmly and tip on some liquid cleanser and thrust him into the stream of warm water. The resulting shriek is unpleasant and loud and I shortly realise the folly in my plan. It is that once he is wet and soapy, he is also slippy. He frees himself from my grasp and bolts away leaves a trail of water and soap and continuing to shriek.
I follow him determinedly if anything I need to rinse the soap off him but then he discovers some soap of his own. He sniffs at it to make sure it's not edible and then determines it is a suitable missile. I duck as he flings it at me, (it's not the most disturbing thing he has thrown and he's surprisingly accurate.) I should have brought food to distract him.
[ooc: Monkey bathing is not going well for young Imriel. Please come interrupt. For reference he is in the men's bathroom.]
I do not feel that anyone anywhere would really care to wear shorts in the colour combinations the box gave me, the lavender and orange are the least offensive pair so they will have to do. Greg watches me acquire these items and change while chattering quite madly and looking pleased with himself. He has learned a lot and follows me without question now but I doubt he will be pleased when we are done. I still have not worked out how I am going to train him to follow Phedre instead but I shall work on that once he is acceptable.
He clambers easily on my shoulder now, he seems to like the challenge of climbing me as well as the laziness of being carried and I make my way upstairs. He leaps down when we reach the rooms set aside for bathing. I have not brought him here before and he takes the chance to explore a new area. I turn on the showering device and adjust the temperature and fetch both soap and the liquid hair cleanser. I whistle for Greg and he responds eagerly as I know he will. I normally whistle when I have food for him. I grasp him firmly and tip on some liquid cleanser and thrust him into the stream of warm water. The resulting shriek is unpleasant and loud and I shortly realise the folly in my plan. It is that once he is wet and soapy, he is also slippy. He frees himself from my grasp and bolts away leaves a trail of water and soap and continuing to shriek.
I follow him determinedly if anything I need to rinse the soap off him but then he discovers some soap of his own. He sniffs at it to make sure it's not edible and then determines it is a suitable missile. I duck as he flings it at me, (it's not the most disturbing thing he has thrown and he's surprisingly accurate.) I should have brought food to distract him.
[ooc: Monkey bathing is not going well for young Imriel. Please come interrupt. For reference he is in the men's bathroom.]