>>47140020>She flipped through channels at breakneck speeds, pausing only for a moment at some of her favorite spots.>While clicking up to head to the cooking channel, she halted at an infomercial and gasped.>”This one!” She excitedly declared.>It was hard keeping a straight face.>An announcer was speaking of the benefits of healthy blood flow to the legs as an elderly woman climbed into a specially-designed bathtub and activated a whirlpool.>”I want that!”“Really?”
>”Yeah, the TV man says it feels really good!”>You chuckled.“Of course he does. They all talk nice when trying to sell you something.”
>”Well, it sure looks nice.”“Yeah, it does look comfy.”
>”Does your bath do that?”“Our bath.” You corrected her.
“Our.”
>She smiled at that.“And no. Ours doesn’t do that. You said, shaking your head.
“But, uh…”
“I think the public pool’s got some indoor hot tubs. They’ve got those water jets.”
>”Gah…” Zoroark groaned.>”The water there smells bad.”“Oh, yeah, that’s cause of the-
>”Tastes awful too.”>You nodded.”Yeah, that too. That’s the chlorine in the water.”
“Keeps pools clean. Not meant for drinking.”
>”Blegh…” Zoroark groaned, sticking her tongue out.>”Don’t wanna go there…” She grumbled.>You thought about what she said for a moment.“Hey…”
“You were with me a buncha times we went to the pool as kids.”
“You never really did more than dangle your feet in the water.”
“Always figured you were afraid of swimming.”
>”I swim fine.” Zoroark answered. “But that scent sticks to you for days.”>”Always got worried some pokémon might track my den down that way.”“Huh, how about that.”
“For what it’s worth, the water there always burned my eyes as a kid.”
“We don’t have to go there for a massage.”
>You crawled over the prone pokémon and rested on your knees.>Your hands slid beneath Zoroark’s red hair and rubbed her shoulders.>Your thumbs pushed through the thick, black fur at her neck to knead her trapezius muscles. 
