in a few long gulps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His tail lazily drapes over the armrest as he crosses one leg over the other, feigning the picture of relaxation.
And then Vander steps out, steam curling around him, water trailing down broad shoulders, a towel slung low on —
And then Vander steps out, steam curling around him, water trailing down broad shoulders, a towel slung low on —
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[ However, ] he does [ not ] take too kindly to the teasing.
With a huff, Vander takes a few steps towards Sil, ─
“It’s not very nice to spy on people, kitty.” He mutters, staring at Sil’s eyes as he speaks, water drip dropping on the younger man’s upper body. ─
He tuts, turning around, walking towards the kitchen to grab himself a cold beer in the fridge. “I’m all ears, kitty. Do tell me the story! Curiosity might kill the cat but I ain’t one.” ─