(Apologies for taking so long to update; I had a sackload of college work and didn't have much time to get it completed)<br/><br/>"Ah, the hell with it," Wesley snapped inaudibly to himself, stepping out of the pool just in time to avoid having his spine smashed by Zina's body. Shaking his body of water again, he raced around to the other side of the pool to the waiting dog, calling to the catgirl on the way as a way of greeting her. Following Chloë over to one of the dog's legs just next to the hotel's rear entrance, he allowed himself a stretch and a yawn, miaowing as he opened his mouth, desparately wishing he could use this to suck Chloë into his mouth. But he did not want to reveal this desire for her or go through with it right now, which meant he would have to wait until she was all alone before doing anything along those lines. Realizing he had been staring at her for a long period of time, he heartily apologized and turned to look up at the dog, shielding his eyes from the sun blazing down from above.<br/><br/>"Hey, Duval!" called Wesley, "Who's next?"