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Prompt 8: It's important to take care of yourself in the winter months, especially with the dry, cold air Destiny City has been seeing. A warm bubble bath might be just what you need to stay warm and treat yourself; a local shop has a Seasonal Special--'Marshmallow Dreams' and they seem to be highly recommended and have become a hot item in Destiny City. Somehow, you've acquired one of these bath bombs, and it smells divine. Everything is going well; the bath bomb seems to be dissolving normally--and then all of a sudden, fluffy, plush bubbles seem to emerge and grow, and get denser--and all of a sudden, you are sitting in a bathtub full of what feels like warm marshmallows. It feels a bit heavy, like a weighted blanket, but it's warm and smooth and nice. Except, it's also a little restricting and is incredibly hard to move in. You wind up trapped in a tub full of smooth marshmallow fluff for nearly half an hour before it begins to completely dissolve and pop like bubbles--leaving your skin feeling magnificently smooth and fragrant. It's the perfect way to trap someone in the bath for half an hour, though arguably it's far less relaxing if you don't know what's going to happen before getting in.
In the grand scheme of things being trapped in the bath tub wasn't something he'd ever had planned to do. Then again, the use of bath bombs weren't necessarily his thing either and yet here he was. What had started as an experiment had turned in to something a touch more awkward and inconvenient. At first it had been relaxing and little had happened, and then all of a sudden the plush bubbles had become denser and denser until he was firmly pressed in to the bath by what he could only describe as marshmallows.
Who did one call in these kind of circumstances?
Admittedly he could have called Vincent who would have either failed to believe him, or held it over him for all eternity. Or he could call Lilith who, while sight impaired, probably could have hauled him out and would have understood slightly better... but that would have required him to park his pride. Given he wasn't prepared to park that pride just yet it was safe to say that the man had been stuck in the bath tub for more than twenty minutes now and he was becoming increasingly bored. His dexterity would have been just enough to make the call and yet he still refused to make it.
Somewhere out there someone would be judging him for his choices, chuckling at his stubborness and the fact that this could be resolved very easily by calling for help. Alas, now it was simply a question of stubborness versus boredom and which one would win out first. Suffice to say that if he managed to stay in here for over an hour without requesting aid then it would be reasonably impressive, but as it was...
Well his toes were starting to get numb.
He peered at them, the more he did the more the rest of his body seemed inclined to remind him that he also hadn't moved in some time and certain other parts were also starting to feel that numbness and the stiffness. Yep, he was going to end up mighty uncomfortable if he didn't cave at some stage! Except that on this occasion it seemed that Lady Luck had seen fit not to terrorise him with the need to request aid. As he hit the thirty minute mark the marshmallows began to shrink and dissipate, dissolving in to the water the weight began to fall away from him and with a grunt he was able to twitch his legs and thighs - they were numb, but they worked!
He'd 'won', though who against was anyone's guess.
Still, he resembled a pensioner as he hauled his stiffened self out of the tub and on to the bath mat. Grabbing a towel, he threw it around his waist and peered down at his own arms, was it him, or did he smell distinctly not like himself? He lifted an arm to sniff and then gave it a rub, something that caused his eyebrow to shoot up in shock. He was hardly weather beaten but he definitely had never been quite so soft before.
It'd wear off right?
Suffice to say that if he found anymore of those things in his bags he'd hand them to someone else. One experience was enough and bathbombs really weren't his thing; the soft skin was something he could manage but the rather distinct fragrance? Well, that was a bit too much for him! On the plus side with only him as his witness he needn't tell anyone what had come to pass today and his dignity would remain intact for the time being. It was the small things that mattered in this world and while small, this was still a win for him!
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