[ Shoulders and head rolled in frustration. That wouldn't work. Claws dug against the floor as he sniffed at the door. He couldn't still get in. Even if he could open it. It was something he could feel on a level that he didn't quite grasp.
A tongue ran over over his lips as he heard the splashing inside. A clawed hand resting on his bare stomach. ]
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A tongue ran over over his lips as he heard the splashing inside. A clawed hand resting on his bare stomach. ]
I can't help if you don't say "come in."