Mal squirmed against the stream of water. He knew it was working - the fur that Aquarius washed felt so much less gritty and rough - but it was a little strange to be drenched like that. Fortunately, it wouldn't be hard to dry off afterwards, given that he was in the middle of a desert.
The panther reached out a paw to poke at the flow of water; Mal smacked it down. "Don't be rude," Mal said, Lunis glaring down at him.
I have some sand in my fur too," Lunis said, gesturing to his chest. Sure enough, plenty of grains of sand had embedded themselves there, breaking up the sheen that was his smooth fur. "And, unlike you, my fur isn't already yellow."
"Then ask him to take care of it for you," Mal snapped.
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