Going to the Chapel (private)
Mara noted Shawe's absence in the backyard. It was just after dusk; the little raccoon was almost always out now, just after the sun went down, when Aishe and Kiamhaat could let him out for his first nightly adventure. He was nowhere to be found. She hopped up onto the back porch, bold in her curiosity. Shawe's red ball was sitting all alone in front of one of the chairs. Mara nosed it gently and looked around.
Suddenly there was a squeal from the other end of the house. Mara's ears perked up and she hopped onto the porch railing. She trotted along it and noticed the one narrow window in the master bathroom was actually open and the blinds were up, which almost never happened. Usually both window and blinds were closed tightly; who wanted someone to be able to see into the bathroom anyway?
Leaning over the edge of the railing Mara peered into the bathroom. Then she immediately flattened her ears back and drew away, humorously twitching her tail. When she was convinced that she hadn't been seen she poked her nose up against the screen again, then realized she had company. She plastered her ears back at the tiny little brightly-colored bird sitting on the window sill. He ruffled his feathers at her.
She reached out a paw and swatted at him; he poked his sharp little beak into her pad. Mara pulled it away and hissed; Ran tilted his head at her, looked at her with a beady little eye, and, quick as a bunny, poked her right in the nose. She yowled in surprise.
The two of them heard another squeak from inside and realized Shawe had heard them. Mara grabbed Ran in her paws and disappeared down onto the porch where she flattened herself against the wall under the window, attempting to strangle her 'little brother' into silence.
When the commotion inside died down, she looked at him. His eyes bugged back up at her, little pink tongue hanging out comically as if he actually needed air. Mara rolled her feline eyes at him and tossed him back onto the window sill, joining him herself. This time they watched curiously together as a fascinating ritual took place in Kem and Aishe's bathroom.
"Cris had better realize just how much you love him," he muttered as Aishe, dressed in a cami and a pair of old shorts, reached into the shower and turned it on.
When Shawe's fears were confirmed and it became obvious that he was about to get washed, his struggles increased. Kem resisted the urge to shake him. Shaken Raccoon Syndrome... less common problem these days, but could totally happen. The little raccoon was usually happy to play in the water all day long, but get out some soap and make it a requirement and he suddenly turned into a little demon.
However, there was no avoiding the bath. Cris and Rowan were getting ready to be married this weekend and Shawe had a role to play in the ceremony So it was time to wash him and brush him and make him look as fluffy and handsome as possible.
As possible being the key phrase. Aishe could reason with Shawe all day, but no amount of reasoning with Shawe could make him any less of a spoiled little brat.
"You could make this a lot easier on yourself," Aishe said to him. Shawe glared at her and chattered. She translated his noises for Kem.
"He says it makes him smell wrong."
Kiamhaat shrugged at Shawe. "Hard to argue that point," he admitted.
Suddenly Shawe squawked something at the window and began to scrabble at the air in front of him. Aishe turned and looked out the little window, which she'd opened up to help keep the room from getting all foggy. Padding across the bathroom she looked out and saw only one downy blue feather fluttering in the air. She turned back to Shawe.
"There's no one there, kid," she said, her brows drawing together in determination. "This shower's so going to happen."
Shawe struggled a little more, insistently gesturing toward the window. Aishe ignored him and held the shower head over him, dousing him in warm water. He pinned his little ears and snuffled water, sneezing it out all over her. If he could have crossed his paws over his chest Aishe had no doubt he would have done so.
Raccoon fur was very thick. It took quite some time to get Shawe wet all the way through, and he spent the entire time getting them both as wet as possible in the process. Aishe tried to play on the raccoon's love for Cris and Rowan (Cris, she thought Shawe liked because he seemed to understand the little raccoon and share a love of shiny things. Rowan, she was pretty sure just fed Shawe things he shouldn't have when Aishe wasn't looking) but that wasn't enough incentive for good behavior. Even shiny things weren't enough to get him to tolerate the shower.
"Oh, that works," Aishe said brightly as Shawe scrambled, wide-eyed, in mid-air. Kem smugly rotated the raccoon to face away from Aishe and she poured shampoo over him.
Shawe's indignant squawking increased as Aishe rubbed him vigorously. Kem held him still as he protested from beneath a wig of lather-curls. Shawe shook his head, spattering them both with suds, and glared at Kem.
"It'll be over soon," he said apologetically to Shawe, "but you're going to have to stay inside for a couple of nights."
That news didn't go over well either, when Aishe relayed it to Shawe in terms he could understand. The amount of shaking and general recalcitrance increased. By the time they were finished, they would also clearly need showers. Fortunately, Shawe couldn't let himself out of the house while they were busy.
They gazed on, fascinated, as Aishe and Mara's father scrubbed the raccoon clean, a difficult task when he insisted on being as troublesome as possible. They eventually managed, though, even cleaning each little toe and gently scrubbing his face. By the end Shawe was grumpy but resigned, hanging limply in the air and huffing a long-suffering sigh every few seconds.
Both vampires were soaking wet, though, so Ran supposed that at least the shower had come with a price. Eventually the water was turned off and Aishe fetched a fluffy green towel, wrapping it around Shawe. Kem released him and he was rolled into the towel with efficiency.
Next came the dryer, which was just sort of cute, he had to admit. Aishe sat Shawe in the sink, pulled out a blow-dryer, and turned it onto a low setting. Shawe pulled it over and stood in front of it, eagerly grooming himself while Aishe gently moved the dryer over his fur. This part, their little friend obviously enjoyed.
Finally Aishe put the raccoon down and turned the dryer off. Shawe, now even fatter and fluffier than usual, gave a shake that only made him poof out more and waddled out of the room, grumbling to himself. Back inside the bathroom, Kem stripped his wet boxers off and stepped into the shower, trying to rinse away all the raccoon fur. Ran peered even more intently as Aishe pulled off her shorts and shirt, revealing a curvy, petite body toned by years of physical activity.
It was clear that Kem wasn't going to be alone in the shower for long. Ran pressed his beak to the screen. This could be better than Cinemax. Suddenly he was knocked sideways off the window sill and went fluttering into the air as Mara hissed at him. Ran warbled at her and flew back up to the sill, only to get the briefest glimpse of Aishe's lacy bra as she shut the blinds.
With a bird-like little sigh he flew back down to an irritated Mara, feeling unrepentant. There was a noise at the back door and they both turned to see Shawe at the sliding glass door in the master bedroom, still fat and fluffy. Cat and bird both joined the raccoon at the door. Mara, twitching her tail mischievously, retrieved the red ball and rolled it at Ran. It wouldn't bowl him over if he was expecting it, in spite of his having been steamrolled by it in the past. He shoved it back to Mara with strength no Roller could ever possess, and Shawe's eyes followed it jealously. He scrabbled against the back door insistently, eyes darting up to the handle as if trying to tell them to open it.
It was a good half hour before Aishe and Kem emerged from the bathroom and they spent the entire time rolling Shawe's ball around while the raccoon was trapped on the other side of the door. For the first fifteen minutes he honked, squawked, and squealed frantically. Finally he just gave up and flopped onto his belly, brown eyes pitifully watching the ball roll back and forth.
When everyone was out in the bedroom though, Mara and Ran made themselves scarce. They retreated down to the beach behind the woods out the back of Kem and Aishe's house where they finally switched back to their human shapes and collapsed on a nearby fallen log, shaking with laughter.
"There has to be something wrong with this," Ran said between gasps. "I mean... we're ferocious hunters. Right?"
"Oh, yes," Mara giggled beside him, her teeth flashing in the darkness of the night as she grinned.
Ran poked a finger at her. "Amir never gets to hear about this."
Mara laughed all the harder for that. "Why, afraid he'll want to come too?"
Ran joined her. It was hard to remember, sometimes, that their Creator had undergone a few radical personality changes. Amir now had something more of a sense of humor, although Ran couldn't see him enjoying the games they played with Aishe's raccoon. "I don't think Shawe could handle all three of us."
"He does pretty well with two."
Ran held his sides, which actually hurt from laughing. "Yeah, you have to give him credit. So what do you think the occasion is?"
Mara shook her head. "I have no idea. I might be able to find out though. Should I?"
Ran shrugged and grinned at her, exposing his own large fangs. "Why not? Curiosity isn't going to hurt me - just you."
Mara slugged him in the shoulder. "We'll see," she said, still chuckling.
Ran leaned back on his elbows and smiled up at the sky. Yeah, it was pretty pathetic as far as revenge went but who could have resisted? He wasn't made of such stern stuff... he was going to giggle over the floating soaped-up raccoon for nights to come.
((ooc: all out))