"Stop, kupo!" Sohma fluttered between Gladio and the door, holding his paws out firmly.
"Those are filthy!" the miniature-Ignis of fluff chastised, pointing at Gladio's clothes. "A rinse will not do! Take those off so I can wash them properly, and then you may leave."
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"Those are filthy!" the miniature-Ignis of fluff chastised, pointing at Gladio's clothes. "A rinse will not do! Take those off so I can wash them properly, and then you may leave."
He tugged on Gladio's vest stubbornly.