[ He wouldn't consider himself to be a warm person by any stretch of the imagination, but Harrison wasn't completely cold either. It's the cat traits having an effect on his behavior clearly — at least, that's what he tells himself as he lets his hand slide off of Ramon's shoulder and draws it around him, guiding him over to the couch. The moment doesn't last long; Harrison pulls away to get them a couple glasses of water, bringing them back over and setting one down in front of him while taking a sip from the other. He nods over to it. ]
Right. Joke's on him.
[ He stands nearby uncomfortably, glancing over at a couple folded pairs of pants that he has sitting out on a stool not too far away. Fortunately, things were easy enough to find in the clock, though finding pants already modified was apparently not as easy as he'd thought it would be. Still. It almost felt cruel to push it on him after that revealation. ]
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Right. Joke's on him.
[ He stands nearby uncomfortably, glancing over at a couple folded pairs of pants that he has sitting out on a stool not too far away. Fortunately, things were easy enough to find in the clock, though finding pants already modified was apparently not as easy as he'd thought it would be. Still. It almost felt cruel to push it on him after that revealation. ]
He's not our problem any more.