if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
That water seemed to be getting a little high didn't it? For her panda form that was, in fact, Abigail wasn't sure she'd be able to hold her head over it. This was a bad idea. A bad, bad, bad idea. She could already tell. She didn't know how she could tell but she totally could tell. Her hazel eyes stared quite intently at that liquid as the level continued to rise before, quite abruptly, the young vampire reached up to turn that water off with a flick of her wrist, making an effort simultaneously to reassure her that it was just water. JUST WATER?! Did she knew what JUST WATER could do?! It could create torrential rain! It could make fifty billion feet tsunamis that could wash away whole islands! It could make giant doom columns of water spouts! It could MAKE HURRICANES THAT BLOW EVERYONE AWAY. JUST WATER?! She was going to die. She was going to drown in a bathtub. She could just imagine her father's face now. We're sorry Mr. Hughes, your daughter drowned because she couldn't swim in a foot of water. (REALLY SHE'D LIKE TO SEE ANYONE ELSE TRY TO SWIM LIKE THIS IN A FOOT OF WATER). A huff left the girl's lips as the young child dumped a rather hearty amount of bubbles into those waters, that 'just water' suddenly turning into not just water. Dear God, what had she gotten herself into?

Abigail was quite content to remain upon the rim of that bathtub, simply looking in as if those soapy depths were the gateway to hell itself. She glanced up slowly at the female's comment of being clean, though really, Abigail wasn't sure she wanted to be clean. She could just....be dirty and go home and clean herself properly. Yeah! That sounded like a great idea! Can we do that? EEP. NO. NO. NOT READY. NOT READY. SHE WAS SINKING LIKE THE TITANIC. OH GAWD. FLAIL. FLAIL. WHAT DO.....well this was warm. She could hardly see above all those damn bubbles though. So not a good idea. Maybe if she just...tilted her head back a bit mo -- nope! BAD IDEA. Almost fell. Oh gawd. This was too precarious. It was that scratch, however, that saw her freeze in place, the panda leaning into the child's hand in a fashion that was entirely habitual. She couldn't help it! It just....felt good behind her ears! God! In fact, she would much rather have an ear scratch then even a cookie (but that was a secret, shhhh). She was contemplating this very thing when, quite suddenly, a torrential downpour of water slammed into her head. OH MY GOD. ABORT MISSION. Flailing ensued. Much flailing. Which, naturally, resulted in much splashing and, in turn, the tiled walls of that bathtub had sort of become a bit...soapy. Oops? Not that Abigail cared much, she was more concerned with the fact that she was sure she drowning, until those hands reached down to rub allllllllllllll over her.

Now THIS was an invasion of privacy. A squeak left her lips, followed by a series of chirps that, would have been a lecture on how terribly improper this whole thing was if not for the fact that they sounded nothing at all like formed words. In fact, it wasn't until those small hands began toying with the locks upon her head that saw the panda give up entirely, that mohawk forced upon her caused her to admit defeat with a soft huff to her lips. At least, until Anna-Marie insisted she close her eyes. Close her eyes? Close her eyes for what? No. No. Not that. Not again. Please no! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! She was dead. She was sure of it.