Noctisardor Bypass Meanwhile your life

in the draw of bathtime, the odds were expressly in slug's favor. he was a deep sleeper and he stayed sleeping even as his sisters awoke one by one. they were the first victims of their mother's scrubbing while he continued to doze. the jostling of his sisters' bathtime stirs him awake. he's groggy and initially grumpy. he lets out a noise of protest, stretching and kneading for a moment, suckling for a few minutes to sate the tiny rumbles in his stomach. slowly, his eyes peek open, in a swirl of blurring shapes and shadows that he didn't understand. he makes a startled noise, detached from the nipple and blinks owlishly again as he peers around with a heavy head, unaware that he was the next in line for a bath.