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Labyrinthum Inbox.
BLACK CAT
[un: gatto]
(note: cat is unfamiliar with this level of technology/accessible communication, and icly takes a bit of time to respond.)
(for action, he lives in a smaller than
average hill house.)
. action | text | voice | video .
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"Ugh, you're lucky I'm used to my spear..." The voice comes through more muffled and after some loud rustling, and isn't intended for Di Feisheng anyway. Unluckily, as fit as Blue was, she wasn't nearly as petite as he was, and no matter how heavy his usual weapon might be, she's much heavier. Even lifting her into his lap makes him grunt with the effort, and hoisting her up with him while he stands almost makes the phone dislodge from where he's squishing it between his ear and his shoulder. Why couldn't the contact have just been with the tree and not the entire fucking ground?
Sounding strained, Cat practically snaps back, "Yeah, good! I don't care." Their ridiculous problems could be set aside for this, surely. Li Lianhua was the one with misgivings about the tree in the first place, which a pit in his stomach reminds him of. If he listened, he wouldn't be in this mess... Was it worth it, if this was the trade-off for his cure?
He doesn't know. He can't think about that right now. Right now, he just has to navigate his way back inside before his arms give out from the arthritic ache flaring through them more intensely than before, tasked as they are with his burden.
"Just get over here! Come on, let's get inside --"