outfit
It was real. Asha had really actually done it. Made this place. Actually gotten him a keycard. And now here he was...
Alone.
He'd meant to initially come with Abraham, but his pal was at work and Wallace really wanted to check it out during the day rather than in the evening hours. Still didn't love being out after dark, okay, it... was just better to be home. And the sunlight was good, pouring in through the windows overhead.
Honestly, this was way better than he would have ever come up with. A much more... artistic touch than his very basic imaginings of a mere Olympic size pool back in the day when he'd had enough confidence to at least pretend to have ambitions. Amazing, really, clearly meant to be a jaguar's home, but it appealed to a tiger just as well. Bit warmer than a Siberian would flock to, but that didn't really stop him. It was pretty fucking relaxing in here.
So with a cat-brained hankering to float, he'd made it happen. And for at least a few moments he figured he was alone, perched on the side of the pool, head over the water as he stuck his front legs--and only his front legs--into the still pool and closed his eyes.
And promptly dozed off, big, striped face drooping lower and lower towards the water by the minute.