"Well...I was singing...and I guess I was a bit too loud," the bird creature responded with a sheepish grin. "Tinker came home early and threw a couch cushion at me. Guess I deserved it, though."
Muir nodded. "Tinker has problems with not having something to do and then taking her frustrations out on other people. She's better now than she used to be! But it's hard for her."
'Oh boy,' Alexander thought, laughing while he watched Muir dance off. He returned to his bed and turned his music back on and sang softly:
"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,
But the very next day, you gave it away..."
Muir came out of the shower nearly half an hour later, sighing contentedly as he wetly tramped his way to his room. He'd dried off enough to put on his clothes, but being a water demon, he tended to always be wet or at least damp.
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