The Arms Hotel | Room 615 | Wednesday night
Adrian had done some sleeping in today. Which meant it was night by the time he actually woke up and got himself presentable, still deciding whether or not he wanted to torture Dimitri by making him go out tonight.
And for the moment he had a still unnamed kitten of undetermined gender pawing at his legs anytime he took two steps. "If I trip on you and you get hurt, I'm not apologizing," Adrian warned, looking down at it. "It's your own fault."
It rose up on its back legs to claw his pant leg and meowed. It might be a long day.
[For someone!]
And for the moment he had a still unnamed kitten of undetermined gender pawing at his legs anytime he took two steps. "If I trip on you and you get hurt, I'm not apologizing," Adrian warned, looking down at it. "It's your own fault."
It rose up on its back legs to claw his pant leg and meowed. It might be a long day.
[For someone!]