The warm sunlight poured through the skylight onto the intricately patterned carpet, and the dust danced like elves in the light beams.
Ash lay sideways on Rose's lap, Rose was holding a glowing ear pick, carefully cleaning his ears with the delicacy of handling a bomb. The ear pick made a faint rustling sound on the ear wall, giving Ash an indescribable pleasure.
He actually enjoyed having Rose clean his ears. Although others were willing to help, Vishi seemed like he would puncture his eardrum and mess around;
Nia obviously wasn't skilled at such delicate activities;
Filly would awkwardly imitate Vishi in teasing him, but that only made him more distracted;
Harvey was technically good, but it made Ash feel like he was undergoing an autopsy.
