[Everett cleans his face off, like a good, attentive master. How lucky Hector is. He leans forward to touch his nose to Everett's, as chaste a 'kiss' as could be. Then he shifts back so he can bow his head over Everett's chest and lap at the mess he left there. Pets are allowed to be filthy, after all, if only so their masters can either clean them up or scold them.]
...what were you drinking, sir? [He asks between licks. He shouldn't question, but his curiosity always gets the best of him.]
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...what were you drinking, sir? [He asks between licks. He shouldn't question, but his curiosity always gets the best of him.]