“What makes you think it’s acceptable to go that far? That anthropomorph already knows how to bathe himself—he’s been trained by a keeper. He’s not some idiot who doesn’t even know how to clean his own body! Just because he won’t lift a finger, you’re going to do everything for him? Are we raising children here? I don’t understand your methods, but since they’ve gotten results, I’m trying to keep an open mind. Even so, isn’t this too much? You’re not even a keeper! you’re part of the rescue—”
Wooheon trailed off mid-sentence. Even as the words spilled out, he had no idea how to finish his point.
Instead, he let out a frustrated sigh.
Black mamba scales flickered briefly across his skin before disappearing again.
“...I’m sorry.”
The weasel visibly deflated, his ears drooping.
Wooheon bit his lip hard before finally giving up and letting it go.
