It has to be perfect, he thought. Harold set the comb down and scrutinized his mustache in the mirror. The gentleman's facial hair, silver and silky, was sticking straight out to each side, past the edge of each of his slightly pudgy cheeks. Hmm, yes, now we're ready for the wax. Reaching past his glasses on the shelf above the sink, he picked up a round canister branded "Abra Kadapper", an image of a Kadabra sporting an expertly coiffed mustache on the lid. He opened the tin and scooped a large amount of wax with his left hand; taking a portion with his right hand, he started applying it. Indeed, I will be perfect.
Outside of the bathroom, Zweilous paced back and forth anxiously. The dark Pokemon's movements were really more of a waddle, given that they were not only moving through plush shag carpet, but they were also wearing a thick diaper - a very full one at that. The tape-up garment, patterned after a Luxury Ball, was very puffy and heavy; the seat looked especially bulky, with slightly darker discoloration. A pungent odor hung in the air above the little dragon.
Zweilous' left head turned to their right head wearing a frown; right head reciprocated. They could feel the mounting pressure in their bladder, and were pretty sure their hours-old diaper would not be able to take another hit. The right head inclined toward the closed door, pointing to the place their human was currently holed up. Sighing, the left head gave a nod.
Zweilous went up to the door and knocked three times using their left head, who had to take a few minutes afterward to shake off the stars swimming around them.
"What did I say about bothering me while I'm grooming?" snapped a loud voice from within.
The dragon Pokemon's right head frowned again, then knocked themself against the door three times.
"Go away, Daddy's busy!" the voice shot back, louder this time, more strained.
Zweilous shook the stars from their right head, then used both heads to knock in unison.
"It can't be that important!" the voice practically shouted through the door. " I swear to Arceus, if you don't leave me alone right now, I will come out there, and you won't like the result!"
After shaking both heads again, a scowl formed on each of Zweilous' lips. Both heads turned to each other; with a synchronized nod of agreement, the beleaguered Pokemon let loose. As Zweilous drained their aching bladder, a quiet hiss could be heard, followed by the pitter-patter of pee running down their legs and into the thick carpet below, which darkened as it thirstily drank it up.
Ah, silence at last, Harold thought as he finished evening out the elaborate curls in his handlebar mustache. Now this evening truly will be perfect.
