"Ah there we go," he said as he hoisted you up, "comfortable?"

You stared wide eyed at him, with your ears pulled back in shock. "Uh—m, yes?"

"Well too bad," he said as he turned and flopped you back onto the couch.

"Wha! You can't just toss me around!" You quickly sat up to glare at him.

"And why's that?" He smirked slyly at you. In his eyes you saw playful fire splash around.

You broke the glare, "...You're impossible."

You tensed as you felt soft a paw slide over your flattened ears. But you relaxed and lifted them up in greeting as you realized how soft and gentle the small pads were.

The paw left and you looked up to see Nick toss himself onto the couch to mimic how you were tossed a moment ago.

"See? It's not that bad!"

Scoffing, you got up off the couch to hang your jacket up.

Nick sat up properly as he watched you walk over to the rack, "Good idea."

As you slipped the jacket over the wooden holder, you turned to see him taking his hoodie off.

It was a dark pullover. Leaning forward and reaching behind himself to grab it from between his shoulder blades, he started to pull it up and over himself.

His fluffy ears moved forward against his head to make room for the hoodie and his eyes closed as it flowed off of him. The friction tugged at the shirt below the hoodie, which decided to follow it a little bit.

You watched in awe as his light cream fur fluffed out of its cotton prison. The faded green shirt stopped about halfway as the hoodie came off fully. Wilde put his head back and flexed his shoulders as the shirt fell back into place.

"Much better."

He got up and placed his hoodie next to yours on the rack. Looking down at you and then himself, he says, "Hmm. I feel kind of gross."

You glanced at your unkempt fur. It wasn't the best. "I do too."

"You wouldn't mind if I say... crashed here tonight?"

"Hmm. I don't see why not. Just so long as you don't bring in another mob boss."

"Great! And since I'm on a streak I have another question for you."

"Mhmm?"

"...Can I use your shower?"