[ RIP HAT. Chuuya continues to watch her, until it's clear he can't take this abuse that his precious accessory is enduring. The hat has been through enough; it's had a hard life, and it deserves respite. ]
No! What are you doing -- can't even wash something right, can you? [ He's mean.... Chuuya storms over, snatching it out of her hands and taking over. He dips the hat into the water too and rubs at the stains gently, hoping to get them out without destroying his precious hat. His face does recoil for a second at the thought of touching her vomit. This het is going really well, even if the hat isn't doing so well. ] You were going to ruin the shape! Sheesh.
[ Truthfully, there's no actual saving it, no matter how he may try. ]
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No! What are you doing -- can't even wash something right, can you? [ He's mean.... Chuuya storms over, snatching it out of her hands and taking over. He dips the hat into the water too and rubs at the stains gently, hoping to get them out without destroying his precious hat. His face does recoil for a second at the thought of touching her vomit. This het is going really well, even if the hat isn't doing so well. ] You were going to ruin the shape! Sheesh.
[ Truthfully, there's no actual saving it, no matter how he may try. ]