[a-ah. she's visibly flustered when he leans down at her level, heart suddenly beating a mile a minute. for as expressive as canines are, in moments like these his komodo dragon genes seem to take over; large eyes calm and expressionless staring into hers, difficult to read.

he...he can't be mad, right? well, if he is she'll just offer to dry his clothes. and even with the sound of running water of the showerhead she's now awkwardly holding in her hands filling the silence, Haru can't help but feel awash with--]

H-hey!

[said the moment he starts shaking himself off, getting her wet and smelling like a large canine herself. it certainly breaks the tension, and she laughs, one hand reaching forward to grab him by the side of his face, pointedly keeping him close and down to her level as she brings the showerhead up to wash the top of his head. the wagging of his tail does not go unnoticed; it kicks up a slight breeze even through the steam of a hot shower.]

Now I'm going to stink like wet dog!

[said while scrubbing her hand through his fur, rinsing him down the best to her short-of-stature ability, and taking care not to get water in his eyes or ears (or...ear and a half) as she maneuvers the water around. clearly intent on rinsing him down herself, as further punishment for being a giant weirdo.]

We're going to have to wash allll that away before we can enjoy our bath.

[you're now at the mercy of being hosed down by your girlfriend. or not, it's not like she's physically strong enough to actually keep him in place.

besides, she'll be expecting him to rinse her down too once his turn's over.]