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If there was one thing the Hermits knew, it was that Ren and Grian hated baths. Ren hated them because he was a wolf hybrid, and while they had originally thought that he would enjoy baths, considering most of the dogs and wolves that roamed Hermitcraft loved baths, Ren seemed to be the exception. Grian was five, and hated water with every fibre of his being, which the Hermits chalked up to him being a child, hoping that, as he got older he would grow to tolerate baths; they also figured that it may have something to do with how they had found him- having run away from a foster family- though they didn’t have any proof as to that.
Currently, a handful of the Hermits were chasing after Ren and Grian, the pair bolting from having to have a bath, much to the exasperation of the Hermits.
“Guys! It’s bath time! It’s really not that bad!” Doc called out, Xisuma and Keralis hot on his heels.
Grian only hissed, mimicking a creeper’s hiss with his mimicry abilities due to being a parrot hybrid, while Ren pulled Grian in front of him, so, if they got caught, Ren would be the first one caught, giving Grian more time to run.
In the end, they were both caught, and were cleaned, much to their displeasure, leading the two to hide, as soon as they had been released, only being coaxed out hours later with the prospect of a treat; everyone knew that this would happen again, just a few days later, but they would make it work- they always did.