That audible grumble earns him a grin. "I s'pose we should all get breakfast," Daine says. Sarge perks at the mention of food, and a moment later, he launches himself off the bed with graceless enthusiasm (Shadow stiffens and glares, but doesn't actually move) and goes to stand by the door, tail wagging.
"And change," Daine adds, fingering the tear in her collar. It's not big enough to be indecent, but she's still in the habit of putting real clothes on before heading to breakfast.
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"And change," Daine adds, fingering the tear in her collar. It's not big enough to be indecent, but she's still in the habit of putting real clothes on before heading to breakfast.