Clothed, for want of a better word, in a pair of trousers several sizes too big for him and a T-shirt with pretensions to become a dress, Tip sat on the bed, both hands wrapped around a cup of tea, into which his host had thoughtfully put several sugars.
“Er, sorry about invading your room like that,” Tip said, feeling an apology was probably in order. “I was trying to escape from an old lady who tortoise-napped me. I’m Tip, by the way.”
The stranger laughed. “Your name’s Tip? Tip the tortoise? Isn’t that just encouraging cruelty to animals?” He appeared utterly relaxed as he sprawled on the bed next to Tip, propped up on one elbow in a way that made his shoulder muscles bulge distractingly. His short, dark hair was immaculately in place and, as far as Tip could tell, without benefit of
