[ The purpose of dreaming he might one day, impossibly, have a dog?
... He dreams big... far too big.
The shiver under his hand registers, but mostly as a twitch, so he thinks nothing of it. Instead he sets to turning the water on, checking the temperature against his hand until it's warm but not hot. The right temperature for working into fur, and he sets to with a hum, making up his own nonsense song about scrubbing as his fingers work into fur alongside water, careful and gentle at Xie Lian's head, carefully prompting for each foreleg, thoroughly damping his paws and the fur of his arms and under his chin with a good natured scratching. He cups water into his hand to pour carefully over his muzzle, then over his ears, using his fingers to give a small massage to each ear as he carefully wets them down.
He's moved on to wetting down Lian's back, fingers working his fur as he goes to get down deep, all the way to the base of his tail; then he works on that tail, lifting it with his hand and cheerfully and gently using fingers to massage more water in, leaving Xie Lian with a sad looking drowned tail by the end. He's not prompting him to stand yet to get his hind legs, instead running the showerhead back up his spine and shoulders, starting in on his sides with the same massaging motion.
He doesn't think about how it might be too much when he starts on Xie Lian's chest, leaning to one side and directing the showerhead with a hand around this way, while his free hand is coming around the other way, still massaging water in--let alone as he goes down lower, past the ribcage, heading logically along his belly and toward the back legs he's thus far neglected. ]
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... He dreams big... far too big.
The shiver under his hand registers, but mostly as a twitch, so he thinks nothing of it. Instead he sets to turning the water on, checking the temperature against his hand until it's warm but not hot. The right temperature for working into fur, and he sets to with a hum, making up his own nonsense song about scrubbing as his fingers work into fur alongside water, careful and gentle at Xie Lian's head, carefully prompting for each foreleg, thoroughly damping his paws and the fur of his arms and under his chin with a good natured scratching. He cups water into his hand to pour carefully over his muzzle, then over his ears, using his fingers to give a small massage to each ear as he carefully wets them down.
He's moved on to wetting down Lian's back, fingers working his fur as he goes to get down deep, all the way to the base of his tail; then he works on that tail, lifting it with his hand and cheerfully and gently using fingers to massage more water in, leaving Xie Lian with a sad looking drowned tail by the end. He's not prompting him to stand yet to get his hind legs, instead running the showerhead back up his spine and shoulders, starting in on his sides with the same massaging motion.
He doesn't think about how it might be too much when he starts on Xie Lian's chest, leaning to one side and directing the showerhead with a hand around this way, while his free hand is coming around the other way, still massaging water in--let alone as he goes down lower, past the ribcage, heading logically along his belly and toward the back legs he's thus far neglected. ]