03-09-2021, 12:03 AM
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Bath days were usually far and few in between. This wasn't to say that Mutt didn't wash his face or his pits whenever he felt grimy and smelly, but a full-body bath day was not a day that occurred too often. It took a lot of effort, hauling buckets of ocean water from the beach. It took a long time to heat up a huge witch-sized cauldron of water as well. Mutt had decided to use a beach bonfire pit as a base for his bath water and waited minutes upon minutes for the water to boil and eliminate harmful bacteria.
He used a trusty bar of handmade soap to lather his skin and make it smell all flowery and purdy. His "manly musk" could only become so strong; he didn't want to end up offending anyone. After all, he was living around people now and not on his own. He couldn't get away with smelling like sweat and dirt.
He scooped cups of hot water onto himself and rinsed off, digging his fingers through his mop of hair and massaging his scalp. Baths sure felt nice, he had to admit.
After the water had mostly run out and bathtime was over, he dried himself off with a towel and slipped on some comfy shorts. Notes of lavender and sage radiated from his body, droplets of water beading at the tips of his hair strands and falling down onto the sand below. He combed his fingers through his locks of hair, and out of sheer curiosity, dug inside his bag for a pocket mirror. Mutt wasn't really one who preened and groomed himself to an excessive degree, but he liked to check himself out from time to time to make sure his face was looking alright. Furrowing his brows slightly, he angled the mirror so that he could check himself out from different perspectives. Hm, his hair was getting a bit long. So was his mustache. Hair was really a pain to maintain, now wasn't it? For the longest time, Mutt had decided that he would grow everything out and not give a damn about what he looks like, but now he was wondering if he should just go ahead and give himself a haircut.
Mutt had been taught to cut his hair from a young age; after all, with no barbershops in existence, one had to learn to maintain his own head. He fetched his razor and his scissors from his pack. He began with the easy stuff first -- shaving his mustache. The skin was left feeling pretty red and tender since he didn't have any shaving cream. Next was his hair, in which he carefully and slowly combed his wet mop down and trimmed the ends while looking into his tiny mirror. It was coming along pretty well; he just had to clean up around his ears.
He used a trusty bar of handmade soap to lather his skin and make it smell all flowery and purdy. His "manly musk" could only become so strong; he didn't want to end up offending anyone. After all, he was living around people now and not on his own. He couldn't get away with smelling like sweat and dirt.
He scooped cups of hot water onto himself and rinsed off, digging his fingers through his mop of hair and massaging his scalp. Baths sure felt nice, he had to admit.
After the water had mostly run out and bathtime was over, he dried himself off with a towel and slipped on some comfy shorts. Notes of lavender and sage radiated from his body, droplets of water beading at the tips of his hair strands and falling down onto the sand below. He combed his fingers through his locks of hair, and out of sheer curiosity, dug inside his bag for a pocket mirror. Mutt wasn't really one who preened and groomed himself to an excessive degree, but he liked to check himself out from time to time to make sure his face was looking alright. Furrowing his brows slightly, he angled the mirror so that he could check himself out from different perspectives. Hm, his hair was getting a bit long. So was his mustache. Hair was really a pain to maintain, now wasn't it? For the longest time, Mutt had decided that he would grow everything out and not give a damn about what he looks like, but now he was wondering if he should just go ahead and give himself a haircut.
Mutt had been taught to cut his hair from a young age; after all, with no barbershops in existence, one had to learn to maintain his own head. He fetched his razor and his scissors from his pack. He began with the easy stuff first -- shaving his mustache. The skin was left feeling pretty red and tender since he didn't have any shaving cream. Next was his hair, in which he carefully and slowly combed his wet mop down and trimmed the ends while looking into his tiny mirror. It was coming along pretty well; he just had to clean up around his ears.
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