How to care for your gumdrop

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The way he wiggled with excitement with a touch of nervousness made me swoon at how adorable he was. I opened the second drawer of my vanity to reveal the jar of powder and the small bristle brush that I've kept.

I let him climb up my arm and settle on my shoulder, I let him watch as I grabbed a fruity shampoo and a jasmine scented dog conditioner to that he quickly asked,

"Why don't you just use your regular conditioner on me? I mean I'm not a dog." I could feel that he crossed his little arms in frustration and I responded,

"Well I read in a book that a Troll's skin is very delicate especially their hair and fuzziness so I'm avoiding using any of my shampoo and conditioner on a you, as it could possibly be too heavy and irritate your skin." At this I heard him hum with intrigue at my acknowledgment of the chance of my beauty supplies causing a worse effect on him. I can definitely think of grandma Betty for that. I'm glad that I'll be bringing him to her especially since she knows a lot more about his kind than I do.

I strolled into my attached bathroom, I looked down to see his amazed expression on his small face at the beauty of the bathroom,

It has sheer pinkish orange-yellow walls that had diamond shaped cabinets holding my shampoos, body washes, lotion and body mists on it, it also has white tiled floors that are partially covered with a baby pink rug.

But I only care about the vessel sink that sat below the heart shaped mirror, it was shaped like a bowl which would be absolutely perfect for him to fit inside of comfortably without the risk of downing or worse. It's an eggshell white with pinkish marble drizzled on it. I placed him on the shelf besides the sink along with the shampoo and conditioner and turned my back to him but only to grab my surprise for him.

It was the sweater I designed for him right around maybe a week before he tried to escape. I kept it in my bathroom cabinet because I knew velvet couldn't find it, she'd think I went soft which is true especially for him but I didn't need her more on my case than she already was.

I turned and laid it down beside him and watched as his eyes glowed with wonder at his new outfit and I couldn't have been happier to make it for him. He definitely deserves it after the hell my sister put him through.

"Wow Veneer it's amazing thank you." He held the sweater out arms length and it was clear he couldn't control his infectious grin. His reaction warmed my heart and made me want to sing with joy at his absolute cuteness.

"Of course, you deserve it, I can't wait to see what it looks like on you." He put it down and stopped to look up at me.

I was confused, he stopped moving entirely until he glanced behind me and.... Oh he wanted me to turn around. I nodded at him but before I turned around to give him privacy I twisted the hot water knob on with a small twist of cold. When I felt satisfied with the temperature, I took the small pancake like tub plug and plopped it on top of the drain, now waiting now for the water to fill up the tub. Once it was filled with the amount of water I felt confident that nothing bad would happen, I glanced at my walls to give the troll a bit of privacy.

As I stared at my bathroom walls I heard a small belt buckle un-click along and the sound of leather sliding through belt loops along the water from the sink reverberated to make itself known in the otherwise silent room.

An almost noiseless plop chimed through followed by the swashing of water in the sink.

"You can turn now." I turned to see him and noticed how from the abdomen downstairs was covered in murky warm water, completely hiding anything indecent.

I chuckled as he took the water and splashed his indigo face with the warm water sighing in wonder, especially the feeling of being clean after a good solid two months without bathing. I unscrewed the bottle of the shampoo and put a healthy dollop in the center of my palm. I stepped closer until my abdomen was pressed against the counter my sink sat on and started rubbing my hands together to create a froth.

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