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A splashing sound from the bathroom followed by muffled cursing had her straighten up with a curse of her own. What was he up to now? “Pinstripe!” He flinched again violently when she opened the door. Yikes - maybe she shouldn't have yelled so loud. He had a razor in one hand and had nearly shaved off one of his whiskers. But honestly! Was it so hard for him to just stay put! He’d slunk out of the bath, leaving his wet boxers draped on the edge, and pulled a towel around his waist. “You didn’t tell me I looked like dis!” Pinstripe, to her surprise, was still frowning at himself in the mirror. “I’m all scruff, and I gotta dye my fur again.” He twisted his snout this way and that, squinting down his nose. “You dye your fur?” She blinked. That explained the pale patches on his stomach and chest. The water must have lifted more of it, actually. Now that he was clean, she could see a clear contrast of soft light brown fur ovaling over his stomach and chest. A thin strip followed up