Once the fox was content with his dryness he laid himself out across the foot of Angel's bed. He tried to sleep but just wound up feeling restless. After what had, to him, felt like an eternity (maybe 15 minutes) he made his way downstairs. The new clothes they had gotten him had been being washed, and his shorts were still outside at the table.<br/><br/>He watched Angel from the kitchen door way a moment. "Are the clothes ready?" he asked lightly as made his way over to a stool. The fox's hair was extra fluffy, having been washed twice in one day.