[Thread] [Shampoo and Bart]

[amazonianism]

Who: Shampoo (amazonianism) and Bart (impulsities )
What: Part of the chronicles of Shampoo's shower commandeering ways, before she was finally assigned a room. This time, Bart's turn to wonder who decided to take a trip into their territory.
When: In the not so distant past moment.
Where: In Bart's room.
Rating: R for technical nudity, and language just in case.

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[impulsities]

((ooc: a really tough choice, but go go tag Bart XD))

Nothing would terrify a sixteen year old boy more than coming back to his room to find an Amazon woman all naked in his shower. But that was what was about to happen to Bart as he walked back to room 910.

He'd left a bit earlier that day, on the lookout for some of that escargot that Clark said was so delicious, and believe it or not, the fastest kid alive didn't always rush everywhere. He just pretty much slouched and shuffled off like any normal kid. And now he'd returned. Somehow those snails made him want to use the toilet. Weird. Well, they did taste like rubber balloons rubbed in butter. What that had to do with the toilet, he wasn't sure, but he kinda grinned at the thought.

When he stepped into the room, he stopped immediately. "....The shower's running? I don't remember leaving it on..." he mumbled to himself. Sure he was a bit clumsy sometimes but seriously.

Sniff. Sniff. What the heck was that smell? Hot sauce shampoo? "HEY!" He called, busting the door open

[amazonianism]

Really. People were much too loud around here for Shampoo's tastes. It wasn't like she was boiling their pet cat or anything particularly horrible like that. She was only bathing, it's not like these people could seriously think she thought this was a new occurrence.

"You is very loud," she said under her breath, rubbing her face with her hands and closing her eyes as her hands dropped away and she let the water hit her face again. "Is no reason be scared," she said; her first assumption, yet again. Really, people yelled most loudly in fear and startlement, and Shampoo was quite used to inspiring both.

"Shampoo no be much longer," she said, as reassuring as she cared to be. Honestly, she wanted to, but he'd had the damn inconvenient timing to show up in his own room unannounced.

[impulsities]

Bart just sort of stared at the naked woman...until he realized that he was staring at a naked woman. "I'm not scared!" he insisted, averting his eyes. Quite honestly, he'd only just gotten past the 'girls are weird' stage not long ago. "It's just...this is my...."

He frowned, putting his hands on his hips. "This is my shower! As in, it's in my room? What's wrong with your.... you're Shampoo?" They'd met briefly on the magic notebooks, although this wasn't exactly how he would have liked to meet her face to face.

Of course, then he realized that he was still standing there talking to a bathing female. Bart smacked his forehead. "Oops, I'm sorry..." he mumbled, zipping out of the room. What was he supposed to do?

[amazonianism]

Shampoo snorted to herself. Really, males were so recalcitrant to admit to what scared them! Irregardless of the situation, females were far more practically aware of what impacted them. Shampoo would readily admit to her fears - if she ever found them out herself.

She tried to not take much longer - really, her peace had already been shattered, or at the very least tapped on firmly with a toothpick, and as everyone who was Shampoo knew, sometimes this was enough.

Or else she'd gotten the last of the conditioner out of her hair, so could consciously step out of the shower and towel off. One may never know.

She was dressed (or what passed as dressed for Shampoo; some held the opinion half the week she just put on an overlong top and forgot her pants elsewhere) and continuing to towel dry her hair when she popped out of the bathroom, still humming. "Is you ask if Shampoo?"

[impulsities]

For once, Bart couldn't even act without thinking. He couldn't do anything at all. There was a naked girl in his room! Not to mention, he still really had to go. Maybe if he just used his super speed.... no. He shook his head. Definitely not going to do that!

When Shampoo stepped out, only half dressed, he smooshed his cheek against his hand. "Huh? Oh...oh yeah. You called yourself Shampoo so I just assumed." He'd remembered clearly the girl who talked about herself in third person like she was a hair product. Mostly because Bart Allen remembered everything he'd ever seen, read, and heard.

"Oh and uh...don't go telling people about this, or something." he scratched his head. "I think I might get in trouble."

[amazonianism]

"Trouble? You no do anything." Then again, customs of others were often best understood as alien beings which Shampoo did not, actually, understand. Also, the statement of not telling anyone... what? That Shampoo bathed? Well, she did hope people at least expected that much from her, no matter their own hygienic preferences.

"Is Shampoo," she said, nodding her head. "Good assumption." Few assumptions were - but then again, assumptions were a necessary part of living. Shampoo understood this point keenly. People assuming things about her made her life mission that much more straightforward.