”Woah, woah, woah…”
>Out of instinct, you backed away and your nose curled in disgust.
>“What?” Zoroark asked.
>She tried again to lean in to kiss you on the lips, but your hand on her forehead kept her at bay.
>You stared one another in the eyes as the seconds passed.
“What did you eat?”
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>”How is it YOU can smell it but I can’t?” Zoroark questioned, breathing into her hand and trying to determine what was bothering you.
>You sighed and shook your head.
“Was the leftover turkey bad? Did you not like it?”
>”It’s great, but I spent all day in the forest.”
>”What was I supposed to do? Run all the way home just to eat?”
>You looked at her, dumbfounded.
“Yes.”
“If you’re options are leftovers or…
>You didn’t want to think about it again.
“Yes, absolutely come back.”
>With that settled, you pushed the bathroom door open.
“Can’t you just, I dunno, take a lunchbox with you or something? Put it in your hair, maybe?” You asked.
“I’ve seen you carry stuff in there.”
>Zoroark snickered at the thought.
>”Don’t be silly.”
>”Pokémon could track me that way.”
>With breath like hers, yeah, a pokémon could probably track her, you thought.
>You opened the bathroom drawer and pulled out everything you needed.
>A new, red toothbrush and a half-used toothpaste tube.
“Do you know what these are?”
>”I’ve seen you use them.”
>That didn’t answer your question.
“Yes, but what are they for?”
>That she didn’t know.
>You took out your own brush, the bristles slightly misshapen from overuse.
“You ever have a toothache?”
>”When I was younger, yeah, but they fell out, I think.”
“Acids, bacteria, all kinds of stuff can break down your teeth and damage the nerves.”
>You doubted she understood what most of that was, but hoped she’d follow your advice if it sounded smart.
“If you don’t brush your teeth, they’ll start to hurt.”
>You squeezed a dollop of minty paste on each brush.
“A couple minutes a day is all it takes. Make sure you get all sides of your teeth.”
