Wapun Meadow it isn't about the stuff

no problem <3

She was an impatient girl, not entirely unlike Mother, although mostly in patience span and bossiness. Charles didn't tell her that -- it was not like it would mean anything for her anyway, after all -- but he could not help but think that as he was nipped and commanded into the water. It was cold but he sat down so that he could scrub the piss off anyway. Hopefully it wouldn't still be smelly, though he did not really notice such things much himself. He just didn't want Mother to be upset when he got home.

Brou suggested that he scrub his butt against the rocks in the cold water, and Charles glanced at the rocks. It was hard to decipher from his face what he was thinking while he contemplated whether or not he would amuse her with that. Maybe it would help, but he wasn't so sure that Brou was a very big authority when it came to these matters, anyway. He wasn't so sure what she meant, did she mean his butt would freeze over if he didn't move against the rocks?

... But in the end Charles glanced at the rocks for a few seconds longer and then decided to do it, because the thought of not doing what she asked was a lot more daunting than simply following bossy Brou's commands. Charles moved over and started rubbing his flank against the stones, right where he had fallen into his own piss.