Tuga in the Tub
Alex had always had a strange relationship with toys and water. He'd once taken a plastic Barkley dog and flushed it. After much plumbing, the doggy obstruction was retrieved. And was promptly demanded of by the small boy.
He'd given no reason for this and after many hours of wailing and bleaching it was returned. The reason was quickly discovered after one of the household had heard him asking the dog how the journey had gone and what he'd seen.
At another time he'd found a Gommamon plush. Alex had then proceeded to all but evicerate the little thing. He'd dragged it through mud and rolled it through chalk drawings, tossed it into trees and dropped it down piles of rock at dirt.
After all this abuse, and the inability to watch it in the windowless washer and dryer, he took it into the bath with him.
The now-sixteen-year-old was presently kneeling at the edge of the tub. Ice cubes littered the freezing tub water. Whether the teen took notice that his hands and soaked front were probably more than hypothermic, or the fact that his uncle was watching him, said uncle, Izzy, didn't know.
Or much less care about. This was Youtube worthy. Who cared if he ran down his niece's minutes taping? This was gold! At one point the boy looked back at the man, pausing in pushing his new narwhal plush Tuga around in the frigid fourt foot expanse of water. "Abba's behind you."
Israfel's tan skin turned several shades lighter as he looked over his shoulder. "Oh. Hello, Uriel."
Ignoring the succeeding screams, Alex returned to introducing Tuga-kush to Koro-kush.
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