Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
He was half-up on his paws before she even got all the way off the couch, but he sank back down as she gestured. There was a lot of stretching to see what she was doing, a bit of growling as his torn skin protested, then a slight whine as he pretended to lie flat again. By the time she turned back around, however, he'd inched to the opening of the kitchen to watch what she was doing, flat against the carpet. He lifted a large shaggy head when she turned around, and got to his feet again. His head came to nearly her collarbone.