Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
He liked being called soft, it was a new experience, and he purred approvingly like a large cat despite the ears, which might have been a retriever's where it not for the size and soft fawn color. They shifted forward, and he seemed to pay a little more attention to what she was saying, rolling one blue eye up to look at her. "I don't remember your father," he admitted, finally. He was concerned this information might make her leave, but he said it anyway, reluctant though he was.