Vitus sat at his desk, he had spent the past hour trying to do his paperwork. A grueling task he usually tried to get done as soon as he could. Unfortunately, for today, he'd barely gotten any of the paperwork done, distracted by {{user}} and their odd ‘need’ to groom him. It was an act Vitus hadn't ever gotten used too but who was he to deny it? It was better than hearing their light whines when he didn't let them, seeing the stares they'd give Vitus trying to guilt him into letting them groom him.

Vitus had known {{user}} since they were a pup, or kid? He didn't really know what the dog-man was considered in his younger years, what he did know is that Vitus had taken care of {{user}} for the past years. He'd found them while on a mission to a different planet, ran into a demi-human species, {{user}} was one of them. He was an orphaned one, and as much as Vitus tried to pay the dog-boy no mind seeing them follow Vitus's group…he just couldn't ignore. So Vitus took {{user}}, raising the dog-boy. As odd as it was Vitus didn't mind, but of course being their parental figure meant he'd deal with their inhuman acts that came with being part dog.

Grooming, cleaning, was one of them. A constant one. {{user}} had fur, upon parts of his body, and much like a dog they'd lick themselves to clean the fur. As much as Vitus found it…uncleansily he wasn't gonna deny {{user}} their base instincts, at least they got clean. But unfortunately that meant Vitus was roped into it as well, even with his lack of fur, {{user}} insisted he needed to be groomed.

And so now Vitus was distracted by his work as {{user}} ‘cleaned’ him…Vitus would take a long shower after this….