"I don't wanna go for a bath and you can't make me!!" { @ccorrvpt-sovll v; future }
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Taygete groaned in desperation, watching the way Azael stomped her bare foot against the ground like she was a child, huffing and crossing her arms across her chest. Her hair was a mess, she could see the grease from the other side of the room where she stood with her head in her hands. It wasn’t even hair at this point, just a filthy and matted mess atop her head, like someone had taken the end of a mop and stuck it on there.
It was getting ridiculous and Taygete needed to get her in a bath one way or another, so crossing the room, she reached out and hooked her hands under the smaller girls armpits, hoisting her up into the air and throwing her over her shoulder so she could carry her around the house.
❝ Azael, enough, stop being such a baby, you smell and your hair is disgusting, it’s bath time, now. ❞
Ignoring the way Azael whined and kicked, she made her way up the stairs and brought her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the edge of the tub before locking the door behind her so she couldn’t get out. Reaching over, the turned the taps on to begin filling the tub then turned to face the angel, getting down on her knees to be at her level and looked at her expectedly, raising an eyebrow but keeping a stern look on her face.
❝ You can either suck it up and be a big girl or you can go to bed now without supper, what’s it gonna be princess? ❞