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[equinerotica]

[A grey-skinned creature reminiscent of a young teenage human boy flickers into the PCD's video feed. His face is extremely close as he studies the device through cracked sunglasses. He considers the device for several moments before pulling the view back, fiddling with his non-broken horn, and addressing it in slow, slightly annoyed monotone.]

So this appears to be some sort of communication device. Excellent. If that is the case then surely someone can hear me. I ask - nay, demand that someone of at least green blood come to me this instant and explain what is going on. This is hardly a proper greeting. Extremely unprofessional, yes.

[He points a finger into the screen.]

Vantas, if this was part of some deceitful plot, everyone will know your color when I return.

[The boy has begun to sweat profusely. He wipes his brow with a gloved hand and breathes heavily into the PCD for several seconds. Clearly he is not out of shape, but may be hyperventilating. He suddenly pulls the screen very close to his face and speaks through clenched, occasionally missing, teeth.]


Bring towels.

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[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

A friend, hm? Well. The work should be quite expedient now that I'm here... Ah, yes, I should see where I'll be staying I suppose.

[bestestfurrend]

There's this room here...

[She pulls open a door to a largish room, in quite good condition apart from a broken window, which Nepeta has apparently been using to stock up the things she's been scavenging.] If you want this one we can move efurything somewhere else!

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

I suppose this will do as well as any. I can move everything if you tell me where it goes. I'd rather not trouble you.

...Ah, unless there is anything. Delicate.

[bestestfurrend]

It's not trouble! I'm happy to purrpare a room fur you!

[And hopefully he is prepared to be pounced on because suddenly there's a small troll dangling from his shoulders again.]

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

[Just as the tiny troll cat hits him, a realization does as well. They're both okay now. This place might be dangerous, but at least they're not in The Veil. Not heading towards his imminent death at the hands of an insane clown posse of one or an omnipotent dog demon. He pulls her into a sort of hug. Not really a hug because he's not applying any pressure...]

I'm. Pleased you're safe.

[bestestfurrend]

[A hug from her moirail! It's so rare that he makes even the slightest pretense at touching her, out of fear that she'd be hurt, that now that he is she's nigh on glowing happily at him.]

I'm purreased you're safe too! [And she squeezes her arms around him.]

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

[His think pan is still all over the place, considering where he was, where he is now, what this all means... But at least one thing here was stable.]

Sorry, Nepeta, may we just... Stay like this a moment?

[bestestfurrend]

We can stay like this fur as long as you like.

[And it's obvious there hadn't even been any need for him to ask her, she's busy rubbing her cheek against his hair and making a happy purring noise.]

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

[Equius falls quiet as they have this moment. A while later he lowers his arms and coughs curtly.]

Yes. Well... I should get started on moving this.

[bestestfurrend]

Okay! ...can I stay here?

[Yes, she does want to stay attached to him for as long as possible right now. And she does mean "clinging around your neck" when she says "here".]

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[It's okay, he can work with a trollcat dangling off of him.]

[bestestfurrend]

[And she curls around his shoulders, happy as a housecat basking in the sun, a warm, purring bundle accompanying him as he prepared the room to be his own.]