[C] Please Be Clean

Tuzik was always suspicious that he would do what Alyosha wanted him to do then the man would change his mind and not give him what he wanted.

At least he knew that with the man a promise was a promise and it would definitely happen if he did as he was told.

"Okay."

He muttered grudgingly with a small nod, he would cave in this time.

Alyosha had never once bribed the Hound and then refused to give him what he had bribed him with.

This suspicious behaviour hadn't come from Tuzik's experiences with Alyosha, that was for sure. But it meant that he had met someone untrustworthy before and that knowledge in itself made the Necromancer less than happy.

The Russian man stood, piling the bowls and cutlery together so he could pick them up with one hand, he ruffled the Hound's dirty hair as he passed him.

"Let me clean up here then we can go back to room."

And suffer through the imminent war of bath time.

The hound gave a soft yap in understanding, nuzzling against the hand that ruffled his hair as Alyosha walked past him.

Carefully he jumped down from the kitchen table, grabbing his teabag and tossing it onto the floor before chasing it around on the tiles.

He was enjoying his little game and his new toy was fun and had an interesting smell which he liked.

The Necromancer smiled softly as he watched the Hound toss around the teabag like a live mouse.

It was cute. Tuzik could make a toy out of anything.

Like a child. That's all the hound really was. Just a child slowly learning about the world around him.

Alyosha cleaned up quickly, clicking his tongue to get Tuzik to follow him when he padded out of the kitchen.

"Come, Tuzik."

Tuzik's head shot up as he heard the clicking, he was accustomed to that sound and he knew it meant he was to go to Alyosha.

He grabbed the tea bag from the small paper tab and ran after the man, padding along on all fours beside him.

As they walked toward the bedroom he nuzzled up against the man's leg, smiling as he looked up at his Master, that smile wouldn't last long when it was time for his bath.

Lyo smiled back down at Tuzik.

He could already see the Hound's lips form a pout.

Five minutes and he was sure it would happen. It wouldn't take him long to get the bath run.

He opened up the bedroom door and ushered Tuzik inside.

"Clothes off," he ordered as he padded into the bathroom to draw the bath.

Tuzik didn't need to be told twice, in a matter of moments he had kicked off his jeans and wormed his way out of his shirt.

The hound lay out of the floor naked, completely content to stay like this, getting out of his clothes was the best feeling in the world.

He gave a happy whine as his back leg came up and scratched behind his ear.

The water began to run as he plugged the bottom of the bath.

"Tuz, come. Bring clothes."

He could shove the clothes in the laundry bin while he was at it. Then he could fight with getting the Hound in the bath.

Alyosha rolled his shoulders, getting ready for the wrestling match that was going to happen as soon as Tuz entered the bathroom.

Lyo stood by the door, hand on the handle, ready to close it as soon as Tuz cleared it.

Tuzik gathered up his clothes in his mouth and padded hesitantly toward the bathroom.

His body stayed low as he moved forward, ready to dart back if he needed to.

Entering the bathroom with the sound of running water was never a good thing.

He reached over, stretching out his body, trying to keep his back legs on the bedroom carpet as he dumped the clothes in the basket.

Stretching out like that left the Hound exposed.

Alyosha reached down, arms banding around Tuzik's waist as he pulled him up. He kicked the bathroom door shut as he struggled to keep hold of the squirming Hound.

He let go of the hound when he was half way to the bath. Good enough.

Tuzik still struggled with opening doors.

Alyosha counted himself lucky for that.

"Bath, Tuz."