Dorian made a surprised noise at the kitten on the bed. He was not necessarily an animal-lover, but he'd had a cat of his own once. Still, he didn't know how to deal with such a small one. It hadn't yet developed an adult cat's personality. Dorian pretended he disliked cats, of course; they were superior, crafty, and demanded too much attention, which were adjectives naturally which also applied to Dorian himself.
"I don't think you're going to want to shower with me, little bit." He scritched it under the chin.
"Alright. I'm off. I'll be out in fifteen," Dorian promised as he slunk off of the bed and grabbed a towel and one of Bull's smaller shirts on the way out to the bathroom.
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Date: 2017-05-04 03:22 am (UTC)"I don't think you're going to want to shower with me, little bit." He scritched it under the chin.
"Alright. I'm off. I'll be out in fifteen," Dorian promised as he slunk off of the bed and grabbed a towel and one of Bull's smaller shirts on the way out to the bathroom.
"Hibiscus sounds perfect."