Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
Leaving wet paw marks along the way, Helios sat by the apartment door, patiently waiting for Ace to open the door. As soon as he did, the cat bounded forward, straight into Summer’s apartment, waving his tail behind him like a flag.
Summer blinked at him, then looked up at Ace. “Is there a reason you’re only wearing a towel?” she inquired, mildly.
Ace’s gaze remained locked on the curious creature, that was, until his owner spoke.
Diesel, who settled belly-up on Summer’s rug, perked his ears at the sight and smell of his owner, tongue flopping out of his mouth and lolling to one side as he gave a lazy pant.
“Guess.” The lad gave an almost exasperated sigh, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, effectively pressing the outline of his you-know-what against the terry-cloth.
She could feel heat rising up her cheeks, and jerked her eyes away. “Helios,” she said in a long-suffering tone, “did you make Ace give you a shower? Your fur is sparkly, yes you did you bad man. Wicked kitty.” She sighed, scrambling out of the butterfly chair. “Thanks, Ace.” Snagging a towel from the kitchen, she draped it over the ragdoll’s back, kneeling to rub it over his fur.