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Gregory was trying not to feel sorry for Twig, so he concentrated on feeling sorry for himself. He wasn't sure how or why Twig had ended up at a grade-school science experiment in the cafeteria, and quite frankly he didn't want to know, but he was suffering the results. Twig whined softly and he shot him a glare. They were back in Gregorys apartment after a very awkward ride during which Twig had to sit very still on a small paper-covered area on the backseat. As soon as they were thought the door Gregory had ordered Twig into the bathtub and stripped down until he was only wearing his pants and undershirt. Soapsuds floated around them, still smelling off cola and mentos whenever they popped. "Danny will be over in a few hours." He said after a while, rubbing the third round of babysoap into Twigs fur. "Try to behave while he's here, will you?" Twig whined softly and gave him the puppy eyes. Gregory grumbled to himself and reached out for the showerhead, making sure the water wasn't too hot or too cold before he aimed it at the wolf. Twig continued whining softly , but occasionally tried to eat a soapsud that floated close by his nose. When all the soap was gone Gregory swiftly grabbed the towel he had put next to the tub and threw it over Twig before the wolf could think about jumping out of the tub. "Make sure you shift and get dressed after this, it will probably make this whole talk a bit easier." He rubbed hard, trying to get as much water out of Twigs fur as fast as he could. He sighed when Twig gave him a terrified look. "He won't kill you. He just has some news for you." He stood up, towel now soaked, and motioned for Twig to come out of the bathtub. The wolf did shaking his fur again for extra measure. "Clean now?"
"About as clean as you'll get." Gregory flung the towel into the laundry basket and opened the door. "Go on, get dressed. We'll make some diner in a few." He followed Twig out of the bathroom, closing the door behind them and watched Twig pad into the study before walking into his bedroom. It was the only place Gregory hadn't been one hundred percent neat in eve before Twig had moved in, which meant as much as that he might leave his clothes on the floor if he was tired. He did that now, dumping the pants and shirt where he stood before looking into his closet for something decent to wear that hadn't been subjected to water and soap. After a few minutes he decided that Danny would just have to deal with a slightly less formal setting. He yanked out a pair of gray sweatpants and a matching t-shirt, putting them on swiftly before he left the bedroom again. When he got tot he living room Twig was already perched up on the couch, dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was two sizes too large. Gregory thought the shirt was ridiculous, but it had been the only article of clothing Twig had been adamant about getting. He actually found it himself, though Brook had to read the rest of the shirt to him, he'd only been able to read the word 'pizza'.