[ she is stubbornly persevering, but. yeah. rather than a gentle flop onto one of the chairs by the table she just of just sprawls herself gracelessly into it.
her daemon, in cat shape, just curls herself into a tight ball on the table. ]
[ They can hang out at the table together. Hua Cheng reaches and puts a sympathetic hand (well, his only hand, but turn of phrase) on the cat. Pat pat. ]
... While parts of my previous existence weren't ideal ... the resilience against things such as this would have been useful.
[ preferable to this.
the daemon startles, head snapping up and ears pricking straight up and swiveling forward in the way we know all cats do, but... she does settle after a moment.
En, I rather miss my general resilience to - well, everything. [ He's worse off than he's pretending he is, but he's genuinely exhausted if his daemon is anything to go by, where it's largely immobile either in his lap or with another person's daemon. ]
We'll be fine, in the end, but a little suffering for our recklessness.
[ His fingers wiggle at the cat activation, a mild apology and just confirmation it was him. But then he rests his cheek against his fist, propping himself up. ]
[ xie lian seems... all things considered, better than anyone else in this room? he still feels gross, but he's so used to this shit that he's at least functioning.
he's leaning against hua cheng, though, his own ferret daemon curled around his neck like a scarf. ] He was only trying to help.
[ Hua Cheng wishes he had his other arm if only so he could wrap it around Xie Lian. ): But his weight shifts, so he can lean against him in return. The fact he's better off is the least surprising thing in this godforsaken Realm. ]
He helped. To be entirely honest, I said it to Won - there's a chance we never would've known if it didn't go the way it did.
He tried, as we all do. He can't... really be faulted, for following much of the same procedure as we've already established in the past.
[ they just all get to feel miserable but it's fine. activated cat daemon makes a mild prrrt noise before getting to grooming and curling right back up. ]
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her daemon, in cat shape, just curls herself into a tight ball on the table. ]
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How're we holding up?
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[ preferable to this.
the daemon startles, head snapping up and ears pricking straight up and swiveling forward in the way we know all cats do, but... she does settle after a moment.
poison via secondhand exposure! what a day. ]
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We'll be fine, in the end, but a little suffering for our recklessness.
[ His fingers wiggle at the cat activation, a mild apology and just confirmation it was him. But then he rests his cheek against his fist, propping himself up. ]
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[ xie lian seems... all things considered, better than anyone else in this room? he still feels gross, but he's so used to this shit that he's at least functioning.
he's leaning against hua cheng, though, his own ferret daemon curled around his neck like a scarf. ] He was only trying to help.
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He helped. To be entirely honest, I said it to Won - there's a chance we never would've known if it didn't go the way it did.
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[ they just all get to feel miserable but it's fine. activated cat daemon makes a mild prrrt noise before getting to grooming and curling right back up. ]
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But he hums his agreement, closing his eye. ]
It was our own faults, for not thinking before we touched a dead body. I'd even been wearing a glove up until that point.
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[ here they are. poisoned and suffering. ]