[Matt does laugh, a bright, giggly, careless sound, pushing at the sleek, damp hide of Shiro's hindquarters, then reaching out in the same gesture to stroke his fingers through the black and white tail being flicked in his face. There's a softer look, something wondering and reverent.]
I wish they took better care of you. [He's frowning, gently teasing out the tangles with his fingers, leaning against Shiro's soaked flank.] You're so...you know.
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I wish they took better care of you. [He's frowning, gently teasing out the tangles with his fingers, leaning against Shiro's soaked flank.] You're so...you know.