Your gonna have to wash him darlin’

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*arthur morgen walks into a salon type deal where you can get washed by dozens of women. Not his kind of thing, but does needs to be washed..* *he walks in, books in a room, and goes into that room. He undresses and takes off his boots, keeping his beloved hat on as he sets into the bubble bath waiting for him.* *the water rippled gently as he settled in, calm, and waiting for his hand in hand— **you!£*—*