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Been working on a few commissions and needed to take a break :3

What if puppy!Lucio isn’t very fond of baths and gets super nervous and skittish whenever it’s time for a shower? He’ll whine and run and hide under your bed where you can’t reach him, forcing you to spend an hour or more just to coax him into your bathroom.

What if one day you’re forced to take a call in the middle of it. A call that makes you go cold and to feel faint. You have to go. Now. With only a pat on his head, you tell him to be good in a wobbly tone and rush out the door. 

Lucio blinks and follows you dutifully, sitting by the door and watching you lock it with droopy ears and a limp tail. The moment he can’t see you, he shifts to the window so he can watch you go with a worried look in his chocolate eyes. Why are you crying? Why are you so frantic? Did something bad happen?

He worries and whimpers at the door, curling into a ball and scratching nervously at his bare skin in anxiousness for you. But then he gets an idea after dusk starts to set. You told him to be a good boy when you left, and you definitely didn’t look like you’d be in much of a mood to bathe him when you come back. Maybe…maybe he can take a shower for you? That would make you feel better, right? You did complain that he was starting to smell…

Mind made, Lucio gulps and pads to the shower where he stares at the showerhead for an extended amount of time. Oh, he really does hate taking a shower but…he’ll do it for you. Taking a deep breath, he squeezes his eyes shut and takes the plunge.

Hours later, you’re finally home. You’re emotionally exhausted and physically drained at this point, barely able to shuck off your shoes and jacket before you stumble into the bedroom where you hope you’ll find Lucio. That call really messed you up and you need some sweet loving from your cute puppy. 

“Lucio, I’m ho-” You’re cut off by your own gasp when you see a damp doggy slumped by the doorjamb to your bathroom. He peers up at you with puppy dog eyes, curling into himself and whimpering that he just wanted to be clean for you when you came home. 

The bathroom is pretty much soaking wet, puddles and soap suds everywhere, even on the poor pup’s hair. He doesn’t smell bad anymore, but he does look rather miserable with his fur and hair still wet and dripping. With a wet laugh and a sigh, you bundle him up and rinse him off gently, wiping his tears away with both thumbs and letting him bury his face into your shoulder. Now you’re wet too, but it’s okay because Lucio’s there with you and warming you up nicely.

“Are you mad at me?” He warbles out and looks up at you with big eyes.

Even if you were angry, you’re not sure you’d be able to resist his gorgeous eyes. “No, puppy, I’m not.” Resting your forehead against his now that you’re both towelled off and nude in bed, you gather him into your arms and cuddle him close. “I’m very impressed that you managed to take a shower without me. You’re such a good boy, do you know that?”

“I-I’m-” Lucio’s tail starts to wag furiously. “I’m a good boy?”

Grinning, you nod and kiss his forehead. “Yes, you’re a good boy. My good boy.”

Now nearly buzzing with energy and wriggling in excitement, he wraps himself around you and practically smothers you against the bed.