It’s perfect

Kyle gave the woman one last look before leaving the torture room.

He headed toward his room with mud-covered Blue following behind.

Unlocking his door, his brows furrowed in disgust at the mud pawprints on the ground. He shut his door quickly, almost hitting Blue’s nose.

“You’re not going in there with your dirty paws.” Kyle’s expression was filled with rejection, wincing at the thought of dirt staining his floor.

Blue knew his master’s illness was acting up again and didn’t bother to argue—knowing it was pointless.

“Meow…” Letting out a frustrated cry—hating bath time—he padded toward the empty room across from Kyle’s.

Kyle unlocked the door and stepped aside, showing no intention of helping Blue wash.

Blue sighed like a human, resigned to having a master so obsessed with cleanliness and order.

Hearing the water turn on, Kyle let out a sigh of relief, though the muddy stains on the ground kept catching his eye. Unable to ignore it, he called someone to clean up.