- well. Shower him.

"Ahh~..." It was enough to shed a tear, but obviously who would be able to tell when he's already wet? "This feels so nice. I haven't had a nice warm shower like this in such a long, long time."

Slumping against the shower wall bench thingy, sighing contently.

- and the temperature was soothing. First it splashed on Bernard's chest, but he stepped to the side to let it flow down onto Fylk.

Oh, and there's one of those built in benches for the showers too! With the water angled towards it, so Bernard took the opportunity to sit down and let the shower -

The little hand on his leg was what made him pleasantly jolt. Weird. He's been touched, groped, caressed, but the possum's mere touch was enough to drive Bernard mad.

The handle turned smoothly, and in less than a second, hot water smoothly streamed down onto them.

The water pressure was perfect -

- fucking teeth."

Yeah. Bernard wasn't too pleased about the joke of him being weak. There was also a little part of him that wanted to prove himself, show that he was more than what anyone expected. Rising to the top, or at least above expectations, was always a goal that he tunnel visioned on.

- hair tie, putting it on his wrist. Now his long, surprisingly smooth hair was hanging free against his naked back. "I take it you don't... Mind, then?"

Now Bernard's trying to distract himself by acting like he's examining the water faucet for the shower. What's to examine!?

- caresses of Fylk's tail, so dexterous despite the abnormally large size of it compared to Fylk's rather small body. Obviously, well, a couple things about Fylk was a bit large, though...

"I-.." He clears his throat, regathering his composure while reaching back and slipping his hair out of the -

- nothing!

"But, of course, you don't have to shower with me if you don't want to. I really don't mind either wa-Eeeuhhwaaa..!"

Who wouldn't let out a nervous jitter once they felt a handsy (tailsy?) possum's tail all over his lower body! His butt and thighs were stimulated by the familiar -

"Oh, please. I've dealt with worse clients, and I've been caked in mud more than you will ever be."

Crawling through mud and other brown substances in order to try and escape people looking to horrifically mane you would... Well, obviously dirty you up a bit. Some dirt and muck? This was -

- rapidly.

"I-I mean. Like. I just figured it would help you out, with scrubbing dirt from your fur."

Blushing Bernie... What a spectacle.

- 'together' out loud, Bernard masked it in some casual German. Walking down the clean, white tiles of the shower-hall-thing, they soon made it to the shower that was just beside the door to the sauna, before Bernard (while still holding his little possum friend) looked at Fylk and blinked -

"Mmh. That's not quite what I was suggesting, Fylk." Bernard bites his lips, smirking a bit as he walks over and picks up the little possum by the armpits, then holding him close to his own body with his arms wrapped around Fylk.

"I was going to suggest we shower... Zusammen." Too embarrassed to -

It's hard to tell if this Pika.. Thing is just making things up, at this point.

Buuuut Bernard believes them.