Summer smiled, scritching the head of a big, fluffy seal-and-cream cat, who kept looking up at Fenrir with big blue eyes and an absurd expression of pleasure. “Not here, no. This is an apartment complex. Each door outside leads to a little private home. I actually don’t know many people who live here, because our paths don’t often cross.”
She plucked the bag out of his hand and rummaged around inside it, pulling out a pair of jeans and a green shirt. Deftly, she popped the tags off, dropping them on the floor, and offered them to Fenrir. “Do you want me to wash what you have on now? I don’t … this is a little awkward.” She made a moue. “And, um … customarily humans are a bit … shy about unclothed bodies. Don’t get me wrong, yours is … very nice, but if you take your clothes off in front of me again I’m not responsible for my actions!”
He nodded. A strange living arrangement, though he supposed that he had little room to talk. He glanced at the absurdly fluffy cat. The thing looked pleased where it was and the once-wolf made no move to pet it.
He was glad to see the obnoxious tags removed from the clothing, relieved somewhat to know that he wouldn’t have to wear them about. He accepted them from her, glancing down at the rags he had scrounged up before. He shook his head. “No need. They appear to be falling apart, and at any rate I’ll have little use for them now.” He raised both brows in mild surprise. Oops. “Forgive me, I knew not that I was causing discomfort.” He smiled slightly, gesturing to the clothing she had given him. “Is there a place in which I should change? I wouldn’t wish to cause another dilemma.”
That elicited a laugh. “Down the hallway at your back, first door on the right. I’m going to feed the cats while you get ready.”
He gave a nod of his head, turning to go and dress himself in private. He entered the little room and closed the door behind him, removing the tunic and the trousers and replacing them with the clothes which Summer had bought for him. He replaced them on his body in the same fashion he had at the store, glancing in the mirror once he was done to assure himself that they were on properly.
‘Green,’ He thought idly to himself. ‘father’s favorite.’
He wasted little precious time by remaining in the room. He came out with the ages-old tunic and trousers bunched up in one hand, placing them on the bottom of the bag under the other articles which Summer had purchased for him. He watched her cats eat for a moment, amused at the small creatures.
While Fenrir was changing, Summer quickly braided her hair. If they were going to eat dinner outside, better not to let the wind get a hold of it. When he came out, her eyebrows shot up again. “You look good,” she said, head cocked to one side. “I hope you know how to handle yourself, because I think we may have a girl problem tonight.”
The fluffy cat headbutted her. “No, not you, stinker. You don’t know what girls are.” Offering the crook of her arm to Fenrir, Summer gestured toward the door once more. “Shall we, m’lord?”