Overture Downs you wore corduroy pants to your middle school dance

Twix doesn’t realize what she’s done right away but when she registers her actions, her eyes widen and she takes a step back. Sriracha barely reacts, however, and says something in an apologetic tone that overwrites the words she doesn’t understand. He doesn’t get up from where he’s laying and charge and softens his expression and stops shaking his legs, thus keeping the water from splashing on her anymore. She releases a breath she doesn’t realize she’s been holding and steps forward, carefully putting her hands back on him to take the last few clumps from his fur.

This time, she works quickly and removes the last of them with ease now that he’s a little more damp. “Okay, there,” she says and wipes off her hands before dipping them in the water, washing every last bit of mud from her own body.