[His wolf ears are drooping slightly, the fur wet from the rain, when the door creaks open and Adrian ultimately emerges. He probably smells, he thinks idly. Wet dog. Not appealing. Roses would be better but that's what his pillowcases smell like, not his fur. Adrian likes roses. Adrian's got a better sense of smell than a human would have, too; he can probably already pick out the wet dog smell, and there's no escaping it.
Belatedly, he notices the hand offered out to him. Right, that would be good, wouldn't it. Going inside. He's already soaked through, but inside will keep Adrian from getting wet, anyway. That's important.
It never really occurs to him that for all that his thoughts are so clear and deliberate within the confines of his own head, none of those thoughts are actually making it to his lips. It just...doesn't. All the words are jumbled up in his head, and there are none in his mouth.
Strange.
But he gets up slowly, pushing himself up off the ground with his shoulders slumped and his tail sagging, and gingerly places his hand in Adrian's to let himself be led inside.]
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Belatedly, he notices the hand offered out to him. Right, that would be good, wouldn't it. Going inside. He's already soaked through, but inside will keep Adrian from getting wet, anyway. That's important.
It never really occurs to him that for all that his thoughts are so clear and deliberate within the confines of his own head, none of those thoughts are actually making it to his lips. It just...doesn't. All the words are jumbled up in his head, and there are none in his mouth.
Strange.
But he gets up slowly, pushing himself up off the ground with his shoulders slumped and his tail sagging, and gingerly places his hand in Adrian's to let himself be led inside.]