"Īe! Watashi wa furo ga hoshikunai!" Noodle kicked her feet as she tried to worm her way out of Russel's hold on her. "Īe! Īe! Īe!"
It had been a few days since the small guitarist had arrived, and it had just donged on them that this girl probably hadn't had a bath in days, maybe even weeks, and while the boys were no strangers to bad hygiene, they all still bathed at least once a week. The problem was that Noodle didn't want a bath, and had to be physically brought to the bathroom when she refused to move.
"You're only making it worse on yourself, girl." Russel smiled as the child gave a small huff. "It's not like it's life threatanin'. Just a quick wash. You'll feel better after."
"Oroka..." She muttered in response as she was finally set down on the bathroom floor where 2-D was leaning over a tub full of water. "Toochie!" Her yell startled the blue haired singer and he turned back around to look at Noodle.
"Oh... rea'y fo' yo' baf, Noodle?" He smiled, but only got a glare in return. "Ah... Wha's wrong, love?"
"Watashi wa furo ga hoshikunai." She repeated for maybe the tenth time in the past thirty minutes. 2-D tilted his head and she squinted in thought, trying to remember the English words to state her protest. "Ah... No... Want bath." She stated, which only made the singer laugh.
"Yeah, I di'n' much like bafs neifer as a kid. But ya go'a take one." He leaned down near Noodle and sniffed. "Ya kinda smell, real bad."
Noodle puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms. "No bath."
"Wha' if I took it wif ya? Woul' tha' help?"
"Dude no..." Russel gave 2-D a strange look. "She's ten and you're like twenty or somethin', that's just weird."
"Wha? No i's not! Me mum use' to take bafs wif me as a kid!"
"Yeah, but that's your mom, not some girl you've only known for a week."
"Well yeah, but isn' it the same kin'a thing?"
"No! You can't just take a bath with a ten year old, 'D, I can't believe I have to explain that..." Russel went into a mutter as he left the bathroom, thinking maybe he could bribe Noodle into the bath somehow.
"I was jus' tryin' to 'elp, mate!" 2-D shifted then looked back at Noodle. "Come on, love, i'll be a lo' easier if you do this yo'self."
She stuck her tongue out at the bluenette, then turned her head away as Murdoc entered the bathroom as well.
"What are you doing in 'ere, Faceache?" He moved his eyes from the bath, to the angry kid standing beside the sink. Then he realized. "Tryin' to give the brat a bath, eh?" When the singer nodded, Murdoc scrunched his nose. "Only one way to give a kid a bath." He then picked up Noodle and threw her into the tub of not freezing but cold enough to be uncomfortable water, causing a scream from the youngest band member.
"Dōshite son'na koto o shimashita?!" Noodle yelled as Murdoc took the helmet off her head and duncked her underwater completely. 2-D screamed as well and ran to get Russel, hoping the drummer could calm the situation. Of course this left Murdoc with an angry and now soaking wet Noodle.
The Englishman dumped a blob of shampoo on the kid's head and did his best to work it in as the small girl fought against him. "'old still ya li'l twit..." He mutter. "Who doesn' like a bath? Weirdo..." He dunked her under the water again, and held her head under to rinse the shampoo out. Noodle kicked her feet and flailed her arms, which only splashed water around the bathroom and pissed Murdoc off more. "If you don't stop, I'll leave ya under!"
"What are you doin', man?! You're gonna drown the kid!" Russel pushed the satanist out of the way, and 2-D stood at the door watching the scene unfold. "She ain't a damn fish!"
"Will you relax, she's fine." Noddle sat up in the tub coughing and trying to get the water out of her eyes while sputtering different nonsense in Japanese. "See? No sense cryin' over a soggy Noodle." Murdoc laughed and the girl climbed out of the water and kicked him in the shin. "Augh! Stupid little..." He shook his fist at her, but settle for leaving the room and muttering when the drummer glared at him.
"Ībirugurīndoragon." She crossed her arms starting to shiver. "Noodle... Uhm... Cold." She looked up at Russel with a sad face. Her clothes were soaked, and they all knew she didn't have any spares yet. They really needed to go shopping for this kid.
"I know, kid." Russel wrapped a towel around the small guitarist. "'D, go get a shirt or somethin'." The singer nodded and rushed off to his room to find a shirt that wouldn't be overly huge. "A'ight, you dry yourself off, girl. I'll be outside the door if you need me."
With that Russel left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Noodle to herself. The ten year old tossed her wet clothes on the floor and dried herself with the towel. At the very least she was clean, even if she wasn't very happy about it. She noticed the door open a little and 2-D's hand holding out a shirt and a pair of shorts for her.
She tried the shorts on but there was no way they were going to fit her, so she tossed them with her wet clothes and strolled out of the bathroom in the shirt. It was one of 2-D's old shirts so it fit a little better but it still covered the short girl's feet and hands. "Sore wa ōki sugiru." She lifted up her arms showing off the long sleeves that trapped her hands in the shirt. 2-D and Russel smiled.
"You look so cu'e, Noods!" The skinny bluenette picked Noodle up and sniffed her hair. "Smell much be'er too!"
"Just don't fight so much, girl. Or we're gonna have to just spray you with the hose, instead." Russel chuckled and ruffles the girl's hair, but she only tilted her head at him trying to understand what he said. "Eh... Never mind... C'mon, let's get you lunch and we'll get you some clothes later."
"Hai!" She smiled at the thought of lunch. Now that she wasn't fighting Murdoc, she was starving.