"Come now child. Kityy can't wait for ever." He said as he poked his head back around the frame of the door, a some what smirk on his face, like he knew what the boy was doing. "Do you want me to pick out your pajyma's when you are getting your bath started? As long as you can keep the door open. My hearing is a lot better when there aren't obstacles in the way."

Aiden frowned slightly and sighed.
"Can't you just wait outside the door?" He bit down on his lip.
It ould be really hard not to seem like he didn't know what he was doing int here, mostly because he had no idea what he was supposed to do. If he did the wrong thing Rasiel would know, and if he took too long thinking about it he would know.
He was already ten, he should've known ho to take a bath by his age.
He knew Rasiel wasn't going to let him be in the bathroom alone, if he did and something went wrong he'd get into trouble, not because his mother cared but because then she'd have to deal with it. and he knew something was probably going to go wrong...
Other than having to be seen and touched naked if Rasiel dod bathe him, he didn't like being babied, he wished he remebered how to wash himself, his nannies didn't tell him or teach him, they just washed.
And now he was helpless and messy, and he was either going to slip and bust open his head or blinding himself with shampoo.But Neither of those things were as bad as Rasiel seeing him naked... It'd just be wierd.

"Well fine. But I still have to be in the bathroom just in case you start to drown Mr. Micheal Phelps." He retorted with a grin. I'll just sit on the toilet and not look. And then while you are in your room, I'll take a shower and you can dress yourself too. Sound like a deal?" he questioned, heading from the kitchen, though he honestly couldn't remember where the bathroom was. He tried keeping a good memory, but he forgot things too easilly.

Aiden looked up at the neko and threw the napikan into the trash ben, now having a mix of colorful stickiness and dripping water on his chest.
He snapped his eyes back over to the neko, a bath, him?
"I can bathe myself." He said sternly. Actually he didn't know which way to turn the handels for cold or warm water, and he didn't remember which soap was for what thing and he always got soap in hie eyes, but he did not want foe Rasiel to bathe him.
It wouls be weird! The only people who had seen him naked were his mom (maybe once in her life, in the dilvery room), his grandmother, and his nannies. They were all old laides, and Rasiel was a boy, and he looked like a teenager or something.
No, no no no he was not being bathed by the neko.

Rasiel couldn't help but look at the boy as he began to napkin wash himself. Swallowing he averted his gaze and words clicked into his head.
"Stop doing that. I have to give you a bath anyways. I just remembered. Your parents said something about bath, then bed? I dunno." He shook his head, hoping the sudden outburst didn't seem too odd. Like he wanted to get the boy into the bath.
"Mind showing me where the closest bathroom to your bedroom is?" He questioned, a small smile playing on his face at the aqua haired boy.

Aiden nodded and chuckled as he took both their bowls and placed them in the sink, filling them ith arm water so nothing would stick. He washed his hands quickly and tried them on a kitchen cloth.
He looked over to Raisel, and saw that behind him the living room had darkened, the daylight as graying away, pulling its rays back from the gauze curtians. and lettin ghte shadows fall heavily in the dim room. He looked over to the clock and saw that it was 8:45. Not too late, but he found that he usually knocked out at around 10:50 something.
He wondered where Rasiel would sleep, he didn't want tobe away from him, he hated nightime in the huge house, especailly when there was thunder and rain and lightning, he hated it all.
He was glad that Rasiel was his friend and not his nanny or something, some own who'd actually want to be ith him and not shoot up to their room as soon as they bathed him and made him get into bed...
He sighed and turned back to Rasiel, feeling his collar stick to his chest, he looked to find colorful blotchess of stickiness along his collar bone and the small part of his showing through his unbuttoned polo.
"Ugh," He hadn't realised he'd been so messy.
He pulled off his shirt which was stained and sticky and wiped his chest down with a damp napkin.

Rasiel took the napkin and blushed slightly, his senses slowly coming back to him. He cleared his throat and quickly wiped at his face, doing his best to get every bit of ice cream off of it. He put the napkin onto the table, a blue of pink,orange, and green rubbed into it's fibers.
The neko bit his lip at the offer and shook his head.
"No, I think I hate enough as it is. But thank you. If I could, I would eat it. I'd eat the whole container. It's so good." he gave a small content sigh and patted his cold treat-filled stomach.
"Thank you for that by the way."

Aiden watched the way Rasiel at the icecream and continued to smile as he enjoyed his own, maybe not exactly the same way (cough cough), but he enjoyed it non the less. He noticed the man had a ring of stickiness under his chin and on his cheeks as he lapped up the now liquidy ice cream from the bowl.
Aiden then laughed more happily than he had in a lone time. He took jumped down of the stool and took a napkin down, etting it in the sinks, wringing it out and taking the damp towel over to Rasiel.
"Here" He said with a smile as he clambered back up onto the stool and handed the man the napkin. He looked at the last of his icecrem deciding he was full.
"Do you want the rest of mine?" He asked kindly, pointing to his bowl, seemed like he as enjoying it an awful lot.

"It's more then I ever dreamed." He grinned and got a spoonful of the sherbet, risking a frozen hell as he plunged the silver utensil into his mouth. He felt a full body shiver come over him, but it wasn't so bad as the ice cream slowly melted. His mouth quickly became full of goo and saliva and he swallowed. He wanted more, but he just mashed the ice cream into an indecribable colour, eating it more as a cool liquid then a frozen solid.
He ate most of his bowl quicker this way and had a feeling that whatever he couldn't get with a spoon, he would get with his tongue, even if it meant getting a bit sticky in the process.