holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“That sounds fine.”

He didn’t know what brushing was at all. It felt like a word he had been taught before, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember it. Silver trusted her, he didn’t have to worry about it being something bad. It would probably be a little painful, his fur was messy, but it was something he could endure. He was, naturally, self conscious about his appearance. Anything that could make him look better sounded good to him.

“Awesome. I’ll use Marshmallow’s brush since it’s the softest one I’ve got.”

“The water will loosen up any knots in your quills or fur so it’ll be an easier time for both of us.”

Rebecca started gently scrubbing one of Silver’s arms, doing all she could to get out every last bit of blood.