Send me “⚓” and I’ll generate a random number to see how our muses will take a bath/shower together
…... 8. A steam shower.
Aster settled down against the back of the cabin, steam already having covered most of his view, the fur of his back already wet with it. Letting out a content sigh, he let his eyes slide shut. The pooka loved warmth, heat even. It made for a little bit of relaxation where one after the other disaster would usually follow.
The only thing he hadn’t reckoned with was that anyone might join him. But the door of the cabin swung open and he was on alert, ears twitching into the direction of the intruder.
“Who’s there?” He drawled, voice laden with comfortable drowsiness that he hadn’t been able to shake off so quickly.