Stray

“…Jesse, get out of the bathtub.”

“This is the guest room. You said I can use it casually!”

“That’s because you said you wanted to take a hot bath. I have to remind you that the average hot bath doesn’t last for five hours. Now you look like you want to stew your own soup. Of course, if you really have this idea, I’m willing to help—” Nemo cracked his knuckles.

“I like this bathtub,” Jesse said.

He specially shrank his beast shape a little bit so that he could stuff himself into a large round bathtub. The long white fur floated on the hot water surface emitting hot steam, and the shrunken beast put its long mouth on the edge of the bathtub and squinted its blue eyes comfortably.

Not far from the bathtub was a window that had accumulated a thick layer from the swirling snowflakes that floated onto the windowsill. Jesse hummed comfortably, and even added a circle of insulation runes to the bathtub for free.

Nemo took a deep inhale: “…Mr. Cross!”

Hearing the call, footsteps sounded from the stairs. Ten seconds later, Adrian Cross pushed the door in.

“…” After glancing at the scene in front of him, the former Knight of Judgment pinched his brows. “How long has he been soaking?”