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There's something about being greeted at the door by your pet when you arrive home. It's endearing. And adorable. And, in most cases, it means that your pet loves you and has been waiting for you to come home.
When Steve greets me at the door, on the other hand, it probably means that he's escaped from his cage for the thirteenth time in the last few weeks and is actively trying to figure out the lock on the door so that he can slither down the hall and scare the shit out of the neighbors' gerbils.
And maybe that he loves me. Just a little.
But mostly it's the gerbils.
[Filter: Charon/Coyote]
And, before I forget: What time do you finish up with classes tomorrow, sweetcheeks?