Tiny Bubbles

*Valentine* · 07-02-2015, 09:45 PM

Dutifully he followed Rhythm to the shore, leaving in his wake a muddy trail. Braving the cold that was constantly finding new ways to penetrate his hide, the brute exaggerated his movements in the hopes that doing so would encourage the remaining muck on his legs and belly to slough off. By the time he reached the shore it was apparent that doing so had been a good idea. It would be a stretch to call him squeaky clean, but he was nowhere near as filthy a beast as he'd been upon entering the water.

Valentine was staring down and assessing his forelegs when he became aware of a gaze resting on him. His head rose and upon seeing Rhythm smiling back at him the King couldn't help but grin back at her cheekily. She looked about as cold as he felt and Valentine could see the tiny tremors that raced through her person. "You're a mess," he said warmly, "And so am I, but that's entirely my fault, isn't it?"

For a second he studied her, trying to settle on a course of action. "Here, let me..." he trailed off as he stepped closer, aiming to press his right shoulder into her left shoulder and lend her a bit of his body heat. Valentine also sought out the back and left side of Rhythm's neck with his tongue. He intended to smooth and nibble at the fur there in the hopes of drying and maybe even help take the chill off.

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