That seems fair ruled in a crook at the corner of his mouth, he rolls himself sluggishly over onto his back behind her, lazy, languid. His pants are still hooked at one ankle. He twists them up to towel off with as an afterthought before reaching to sling them onto the floor in a wad.
A problem for tomorrow.
Just outside, his cat sits waiting with wide eyes and bat ears turned like dishes up to the sound of the turned handle. An abortive reach of one goblinoid claw strays down into a first step instead once the door’s opened; she curls in close along the door’s edge with her eyes on Fitcher all the while, careful to step wide around bare ankles and high over toes.
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Date: 2021-08-16 10:18 pm (UTC)A problem for tomorrow.
Just outside, his cat sits waiting with wide eyes and bat ears turned like dishes up to the sound of the turned handle. An abortive reach of one goblinoid claw strays down into a first step instead once the door’s opened; she curls in close along the door’s edge with her eyes on Fitcher all the while, careful to step wide around bare ankles and high over toes.