She smiled and shook her head, gently rubbing down his fur with the soaked rag and turning him from side to side in order to get all of him.
“Now, now senpai, you can’t be sleeping in the water or youll drown, and im not waiting untill your fully awake becuase dried alchohol isn’t fun especially on fur.” She wasn’t sure if he understood anything she was saying but she kept talking anyway as she worked.
…just let me dieeeeee…
It wasn’t quite a hangover – not yet – but the amount of sensitivity his groggy, heavy head felt was beyond uncomfortable. It was cold. That’s what he knew. Cold and wet. And he wasn’t able to fight back at all. The paw he lifted to swipe at her was completely ineffective, and he swayed with every attempt.