[text] un: fated

[fated_dance]

I am never going to eat ice cream again.

[ Someone might have over indulged and gotten carried away and now feels sick. At least he's not alone? ]

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[fated_dance]

[ He makes an idle little sound of confirmation and huffs out a breath before curling into a ball of his own again with the next painful twist in his stomach. ]

[soakedinvinegar]

(( He reaches out from his own pool of tails to grope for Zishu's hand. At least he could do that much to support his husband in his time of need. ))

[fated_dance]

[ They're both piles of miserable tails, but Zishu also manages to reach out and clasp his beloved's hand with a little breath as they cling while they wait. They can do anything if they have each other. ]

[soakedinvinegar]

(( Kexing makes a sound that is less a whine than his previous noises. He twines his fingers with Zishu's and shuffles a little closer. ))

A-Xu...

[fated_dance]

[ It's the change in whine that has him blinking at his beloved, and he wiggles closer in answer. ]

Lao Wen?

[soakedinvinegar]

We made a mistaaaaaaaaaake.