In fifteen minutes, Ashrik stepped out of the washroom. Droplets of water still cling to his hair, the faint coolness of the midnight air brushing against his skin.
Ashrik ran his fingers through his damp hair, exposing his forehead. He wore a sleeveless green shirt, loose on his lean torso. His toned arms flexed as he moved.
When Ashrik closed the washroom door, he caught the noises travelling from the kitchen. It sounded like a certain someone was arguing with a pair of dogs.
"...eaten already! Still hungry?"
"Woof! Woof!"
"Okay, okay. But just this once."
"Woof!"
Ashrik lifted his brows, assuming Lucille was facing the gluttonous Dobby and Ponyo. They clearly wanted more food, even when it was already late.
It seemed like the gluttons' pleading had certainly weakened her resolve as she relented.
A faint chuckle slipped from Ashrik's lips. He walked down the hallway, his steps quiet.
