Even for Yueul, this anthropomorph was proving to be a difficult one to handle.
The slow loris anthropomorph didn’t budge, even when Yueul suggested bathing together.
It had taken a lot of coaxing—and a good deal of pushing—to get him into the shower room.
It was a wonder he had even managed to walk that far.
But Yueul, having succeeded in getting him to the bathroom, was now faced with yet another problem.
“...Do you really have to watch this?”
“Yes. I’m curious to see how you handle things, Mr. Lee. Other keepers have bathed him before, but none of them could get him to speak.”
Yueul froze, unable to argue.
The logic was sound, and he had no valid counterpoints.
Still, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Compared to the systematic methods used by the association’s keepers, his approach felt clumsy and insignificant.
The thought of cleaning the anthropomorph under Wooheon’s watchful eye also filled him with dread.
