Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
There were spots right behind his flopped ears that were always itchy, and there was something not-exactly-right about the way his spine moved there, so he couldn't quite reach them with a hind leg. He made a soft vibrating noise of contentment, thoroughly distracted and hardly aware of the conversation. "Hm?" he said, sleepily. "Because I do. What things aren't now?" He didn't even try to figure that one out on his own, he'd just wait for her to elaborate.