I'm glad we have a bathroom sink big enough to support them all. It's cute watching them all clean each other now…
From what I've learned, being gentle is the key to getting them clean. I would wash them another way, but that just seems cruel considering they're all alive. One thing's for sure, I'm going to need help popping these bubbles…
"Ahh, too hard, Jazz!"
I looked over at Prowl's complaint; Jazz drawing back from scrubbing a dirt-patch on his door-wing. The Third-In-Command looked at me with concerned optics, lost on what to do. I drew my hands out of the sink; Blaster whimpering when he'd realised I'd focused on something else, and dried them.
"I'll get round to washing you all properly soon. Just do what you can for the wait," I reminded them, looking in their direction. "Gently."
Jazz and Prowl exchanged nods and went back to cleaning themselves up. That got me back to Blaster…
He was clean enough but his red material was still looking dirty. Sighing teasingly, I picked up the wash-brush and returned to scrubbing his back-strut.
"Heheh; Sky that tickles!" Blaster laughed, doubling-over slightly when I fished him out of the sink and set him on the towel beside me. Hmm, maybe I left him in the water too long…
"Dry up," I demanded, flicking the towel over his helm. "Starscream's turn now."
The Decepticon yelped and tried to duck out of sight as I reached for him, but I was too quick. Against his white material I could faintly see the dirt-stains, and I could have sworn there were sand-grains decorating his wings…
"Come on Star; it's not that bad," I said softly, attempting to drop the seeker into the soapy, not-filled-very-deep water. Starscream ended up panicking and then fell in himself, getting more soaked than Blaster had been. Unhappily he sat up and folded his arms.
"Be gentle…" he pleaded, wincing when I drew the scrubbing brush over his helm. That made me giggle.
"I will, but we've all got to wash every now and then; you know that."
He'd relaxed soon after getting used to the bristles of the brush, then amused himself with the bubbles that danced on the surface of the water. Soon he was done and I'd moved on to the others; mentally becoming saddened when Mum walked into the room, causing them to fall into plushie-mode.
"Oh, I didn't know they all needed a bath," she insisted in surprise, filling the washing machine with another load of laundry. "What happened today?"
"I might have accidentally dropped them," I lied, turning Skyfire onto his front and dabbing at the sand-grains on his back. "What? They need to get outside!"
"Skylar, they're just toys, dear," my mother went on, setting the machine before walking past me for the door. "They don't need the things we do."
I hid a smile as she left, sitting Skyfire beside the others. Was she so wrong…?
"And Skylar don't leave them in the water too long; I thought I told you that!"
When I looked up at her again, I felt a whimper escape my lips. Okay, maybe I had been careless just a bit with Perceptor and Blaster; the two plushieformers looking a bit miserable with their loose bits of threading and stuffing.
"I-I didn't know," I quickly said, correcting myself. "I forgot!"
Mum shook her head and fetched the peg bucket from the cupboard and headed out.
"This is the second time, though Sky," she admitted, looking back after I'd collected up the other plushieformers and followed her outside to the clothesline. "Don't you remember what happened to Blaster? Now we'll have it all over again…"
I looked down at said-plushieformer; Blaster's optics shifting slightly as he met my glance. I did remember and even promised myself I wouldn't let it happen again. With a heavy sigh, I started pegging the plushies to the line to help her out.
"I know, and I'm sorry. It won't happen again though; honest!" I insisted, looking over once I'd finished. Mum had just pegged up Jazz and Prowl before she turned to look at me, lifting my head with her hand.
"If you love them that much, you won't let it happen ever," she said softly, leaning forward to kiss my forehead and then drawing away and heading back to the house. "Tea's ready in 10 minutes."
"'Kay…" I said quietly, looking back at where we'd hung the plushieformers. I really didn't want to leave them out here alone…
"D-Don't you have a dryer?" Skyfire called, shivering as I walked up to him, noting how the pegs were straining because of his weight.
"I do but, won't you guys get hurt if I put you in there?" I asked, hesitantly plucking him off the line and cradling him in my arms. He was still slightly damp but he probably felt colder than I did.
"Hey Sky, why not use your hairdryer? Whoa!" Jazz cried, slipping free from the peg's hold and landing on the grass. He then got up and bolted over to me. "It worked before, didn't it?"
My hairdryer… There's an idea…
"Hmm, why didn't I think of that?" I admitted with a smile, picking the rest of the Autobots off the line before heading inside. Quietly we snuck back to my bedroom and I went over and set the plushies on my bed before wandering back to rummage for my hairdryer. I could hear giggling as I searched; that must have meant they were looking forward to this… why?
"Okay guys, you ready?" I asked, plugging in the hairdryer and facing them. Six nods answered my question and I cautiously pointed the dryer at them, switching it on almost instantly. All I heard was giggles for the past five minutes; the plushieformers hanging onto my bed-sheets as the strong air blew over them. "There. Now don't get into trouble, okay? I'll be back in a few minutes."
Even though it had only been five minutes, I liked to be out early to find out what Mum was making for dinner. It felt a little awkward with it only being the two of us; maybe… just maybe…
Daww, I almost forgot how cute this chapter was :3
Haha, and yes, I know, I was trying to make it sound like they weren't plush-toys… but yes, washing them in the sink in luke-warm quarter-filled water is the best way to wash your plushieformers. Best you all remember that now, okay?
Next chapter, plushies play some truth or dare! :D