You climb up on the counter, and walk to the toothbrush area, there are five furs standing straight up, on little polls, curious for sure they don't seem to look at you, even though there are obviously breathing. You approach further steping on something that yeilds with a squirt, at your feet you find your right foot is covered in toothpast and your right is on the slighlty pressed tube.. massive size. You hear sounds from elsewhere and watch the furs look around, you suddenly get the instinctive urge to immitate them, you climb into the middle and strand straight up, missing a few of the strange adornments. You freeze and await whoever is comming..
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