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[gotgirlballs]

Who: Chinchilla!Denise and anyone!
Where: The Infirmary
When: Sometime Monday
What: Adorable, potentially humiliating things. Namely, a dust bath.

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[notonedrop]

Edgar had a question about his new physiology, which wasn't so different from his old physiology, but it was one he thought he should find out all the same. However, his questions were forgotten when he saw a small, though still larger than him, and fluffy animal rolling in...it appeared to be baby powder or something like it. Landing, he watched, intrigued.

"That looks...quite enjoyable." In this animal's...person's opinion.

[gotgirlballs]

Whee! It was strange to think that rolling in dust could be so refreshing, but it definitely was! This was probably the happiest she'd been in...well, a whole hell of a long time.

Then, interrupting her powdery bliss, came a voice. She jumped at this new arrival, and quickly scrambled to her feet paws. She gave the little bat her best angry chinchilla glare, but it wasn't very good. Chinchillas are just too adorable to look pissed off, and she was no exception.

"Who said you could watch?" she asked in an acid tone.

[notonedrop]

"I...!" Despite her not looking that intimidating, she was a lot larger than the tiny bat, which helped to make him a little more nervous. "I didn't know it was private."

[gotgirlballs]

"Do you usually watch when unsuspecting women take baths, jackass?" She shakes, throwing off some of the excess talcum still clinging to her fur.

[tangentdarko]

Donnie hopped into the area shortly after Denise began, then stopped and stared. What. The. Fuck. Certainly he was a bizarre thing, but there was some sort of odd mix between a mouse and God's idea of a joke rolling around in the dust of what might have been pills by the looks of all the gnawing. He couldn't help but stare.

[gotgirlballs]

Since Donnie chose not to speak up, Denise had managed a good, long frolic in the powder. She finally got to her paws, shook off the dust, and then...turned to see an enormous, walking cotton ball watching her. Was it a rabbit? Holy shit, someone needed to give that thing a haircut. Furcut. Whatever.

"Hey, do you MIND?" she spat, whiskers twitching in outrage.

[tangentdarko]

Donnie, lacking the ability to communicate, flopped around a bit as if suddenly twitching into a seizure. A second later, his Barge phone flopped out of the mounds of fur. He reached out a paw to smack at the miniature keyboard in an attempt to communicate, then sat there and waited for her to read the message: 'mno'.]

[gotgirlballs]

Denise scurried over to read the message. She paused, as if considering his words for a moment, and then slapped one paw towards where she assumed his face was.

"Jackass."