Aiden couldn't help letting out a little chuckle at her comment. Yes, he could be stubborn, but in this instance, he felt it was beneficial.
Nodding, the stuffed creature scampered down the coridor to the left. After peaking in a few rooms, he found the bathroom. Entering, the light and exhaust fan automatically came on...and he had to blink a few times. Everything was white: the vanity, toilet, bathtub, even the towel! Did these apartments have no style at all?
Dismissing it, he gently closed the door and moved to the bathtub. Reaching up, he grasped its plastic edge and tried pulling himself up, only to slip and fall on the floor. Grunting, he tried again, lunging forward, legs flailing. With one final push, he landed head first in the tub. Moaning again, he pushed himself upright and rubbed his head. Closing the curtain, he scooted to the faucet and turned on the warm water. He ducked under it and wetted his furry head and hands. Next, he splashed it on himself, scrubbing his body and legs. Turning around, Aiden let the water run down his back.
After rolling about in the tub for a few more minutes, the toy turned off the water and squeezed as much water out of himself. Opening the curtain, he pulled himself up and out the tub, once again landing prone on the floor. Aiden pulled the towel off the wrack and tried himself.
Exiting the bathroom, patches of fur sticking up in places, Aiden headed into the kitchen and held out the towel. "Uh...do you have a laundry room?"