“Alright.”
Staring down for just a moment, his hands came to rest on either side of the stool, and he sat all the way up, pushing back the feelings of self consciousness that came along with it.
“I’ll have t’wrap up your boots in plastic so they don’t get wet. That okay with you?”
Rebecca had gone into the cabinet under the sink and took out a roll of plastic wrap to show Silver.
“I have a feelin’ you don’t wanna take those off either.”
“…Thank you.”
He did as he was asked, pulling on the second pair of gloves over each hand. He wasn’t sure what metal cleaner was, but he was sure that he could figure it out.
“No problemo, Silv. Sit on the stool and I’ll get you cleaned up while the bath warms up.”
“Those gloves are completely waterproof so there’s no worries about anything getting in or out.”
Rebecca went into the cabinet and got body wash and shampoo, putting them on the small tray under the shower head.
“Marshmallow? What a hilariously unfitting name.
…I don’t really know what an Altaria is, but I can imagine it being pretty annoying to deal with.
Hm? Well, then. Maybe I’ll run into her one day.”
"Can you really blame me, I named him when I was a toddler.”
“Just imagine a giant pissy ball of cotton and you’re not far off.
If she’s much shorter than I am, you’re more likely to trip over her.”
“…Sorry. I can’t feel good about telling a lie. They can come off, I just really really don’t wanna take them off. They’re very important to me, and I don’t want to risk anything either. I’ve never practiced my psychokinesis while at full power. I can’t control it.”
Rebecca looked thoughtful for a moment before standing up and going over to the sink, handing Silver the gloves.
“Wear these over your gloves. Once you’re all clean, I’ll let you have the bathroom to yourself so you can wash them the way you’d like.”
“For your cuffs, I’ll find some metal cleaner so you can get the blood off those. That sound good to you?”
“I can’t take off my gloves. I can’t. I really can’t take them off. They’re uh… attached! Yeah! They’re attached to my hands and impossible to take off!”
That was a pitiful excuse, but it was the first thing that came to mind. Just the thought of taking off his gloves had him shaking a little. “B-Besides, I might accidentally mess something up. I don’t have as much control on my powers without them. I’ve never really practiced without my cuffs to limit how strong I am.”
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow at that, vaguely wondering what the hell they were doing to children in the future.
“That’s actually kinda disturbing.”
“Just to clarify, the cuffs are attached to the gloves too? Y’can’t just cut the gloves off the cuffs, right?”
The former champion wondered if she could get a bowl of bleach and wash the gloves that way.
“…Take off my gloves?”
Just the thought was terrifying. His gloves weren’t white anymore. They were stained red from when he had been applying pressure to the wound. The only thing that didn’t appear stained, was the glowing markings on the gloves. That was because they weren’t actually imprinted on them.
“N-No, it’s alright. I don’t need to take off my gloves.”
Rebecca was busy filling the tub, the water cloudy, green and smelling like green tea.
“Hun, y’can’t go in the tub with those on. They’re covered in blood. The gloves on the sink are thick and waterproof if y’gotta have somethin’ on your hands.”
“Would you really wanna soak in a tub with blood floating around in it? I promise I’ll wash them as best I can, okay?”
She wasn’t paying attention to what Silver was doing, making sure the water was warm enough for him.
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything about soaps, and I’m not all that experienced on cleaning, either. We don’t have that kinda stuff back home.”
But he did as he was asked, and followed.
“Good thing I’ve got years of experience to help you out, Silv.”
She turned on the light in the bathroom and got a stool ready for Silver to sit on.
“If there’s no blood on your hands under your gloves, I can just wash the gloves for ya. There’s a pair of work gloves on the sink if you want to wear those while I get the blood outta your fur.”
Shadow retracted his arm once he’d broken the shake, laxly folding them over his chest.
“Well, we seem to be kind of different from most alternates… Certainly a lot friendlier.” He gave a light-hearted chuckle. “Most others seem to be massive grumps or homicidal maniacs, although there’s much less of the latter.
I can’t say I’ve ever met an alternate of you, though.”
"Homicidal maniacs? That sounds like Marshmallow on a bad day.”
“Grumps I can handle, I have to deal with an Altaria who gets pissy if I don’t brush his fluff more than twice a week.”
The former champion looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again.
“A Sonic alternate once said that I do have an alternate and I’m apparently much taller than her.”
"Y’need any help, Silv? I’ve got some pretty good soaps in the bathroom.”
“I don’t know. I’ve only used soap once or twice in my life.”
“I’ll help out then, I just got a few herbal ones that smell wonderful, if you’d like to try them.”
“Follow me, ‘kay?”
The trainer motioned Silver to follow her as to walked to the bathroom of her home.
“The pleasure is mine.” He extended a hand, giving a small smile as he did so.
Rebecca grinned brightly and took his hand, shaking it firmly.
“Honestly I feel like I may be a bit biased on that subject. The only Shadows I know are you and Heat.”
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