[He hadn't been expecting his face and sleeves to be cleaned in a matter of moments, blinking when his own nose is no longer wet. That was a strange feeling.]
That's a handy spell...makes you wonder where it all goes?
[He doesn't spend too much time on the thought of some 'gross garbage dimension' and instead let's himself sit on the floor, the rug he'd used to hide the magic sigil on the floor much more plush than the hardwood and gets to giving him scratches.]
no subject
That's a handy spell...makes you wonder where it all goes?
[He doesn't spend too much time on the thought of some 'gross garbage dimension' and instead let's himself sit on the floor, the rug he'd used to hide the magic sigil on the floor much more plush than the hardwood and gets to giving him scratches.]
What's it like, being a dog anyways?