( a short list of things, and he keeps using the towel on his hair's ends, up to the point where he makes it to the dresser he'd unpacked his scant belongings into earlier. slipping back out of his wetter than it had been inner robe, he tosses it over the chair, firmly bundling his hair before he hunts down the boxers he treats as indecently short but functional sleep pants when his robes haven't been functional. on they go, with him twisting around and losing the towel into a wet thump to the ground while he attaches the tied down section that goes over the top of his tail so the shorts stay in place, given they can't have the same elastic or similar bands he's seen when doing laundry. )
If it's not the train being stupid, it's the people on the train being stupid, or it's the ministry off being stupid, and the stupid lack of answers we have, the stupider lack of choice we have in deciding where we go or when we go, and the stupidest reality that none of us are exactly the people we think we each should be to be as familiar with each other as we think we are and ugh, Sizhui.
( still frowning, he starts to drag his fingers through the fur at the small of his back, the small breeze warm and following where his fingers direct it. )
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( a short list of things, and he keeps using the towel on his hair's ends, up to the point where he makes it to the dresser he'd unpacked his scant belongings into earlier. slipping back out of his wetter than it had been inner robe, he tosses it over the chair, firmly bundling his hair before he hunts down the boxers he treats as indecently short but functional sleep pants when his robes haven't been functional. on they go, with him twisting around and losing the towel into a wet thump to the ground while he attaches the tied down section that goes over the top of his tail so the shorts stay in place, given they can't have the same elastic or similar bands he's seen when doing laundry. )
If it's not the train being stupid, it's the people on the train being stupid, or it's the ministry off being stupid, and the stupid lack of answers we have, the stupider lack of choice we have in deciding where we go or when we go, and the stupidest reality that none of us are exactly the people we think we each should be to be as familiar with each other as we think we are and ugh, Sizhui.
( still frowning, he starts to drag his fingers through the fur at the small of his back, the small breeze warm and following where his fingers direct it. )