Sal's POV
"Well…"
"..."
"The reason is," Sal peeked up but quickly dipped his head.
"Ha, I'll start from the beginning then."
Sal started to explain, though his claws grabbing the tree didn't lessen one bit, rather he tightened his grip.
"We sloths have a huge secret."
Rosa was genuinely hooked by Sal's words as he reeled her in with a juicy bait.
"The truth is," Sal said, "Is that we don't, um, we don't defecate for 7 days."
"Oooh, I see- Wait, what?" Rosa's face splattered in shock. Her usual calmness was shattered into pieces by Sal's cannonball of a confession.
"Yeah," Sal whispered, his claws stroking the bark restlessly, "Sloths don't poop for a week. We keep it inside of us so we don't have to always climb down the tree to poop. If we aren't high in the trees, we will be exposed to danger and unwanted attention."
Sal glanced at Rosa cautiously.
"I don't like others prying into, you know, into what happens behind the scenes."
"It is such an embarrassing thing that sloths do, that's why I don't want to share anything about this!"
Sal shoved his face into the tree, nestling his head in his chest. The embarrassment was branding into his mind, a burn that will never disappear.
"So to clarify, you don't poop for a week, climb down for one day to get rid of all the feces, and climb back up? Rinse and repeat?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much the case," Sal commented. His grip on the tree was as if he wanted to strangle it alive.
"Wow."
Stunned, Rosa stood in place, her red eyes dilating in the moonlight.
"For 7 days…"
Rosa's world views have been completely destroyed.