[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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voice | un: guzhu

[soakedinvinegar]

Uuuuuughhhhhhh!

Voice

[fated_dance]

[ And he's regretting being able to taste. Because then he wouldn't have kept eating! ]

I'm not moving.


Or cleaning up after you.

[soakedinvinegar]

I'm not going to be sick... (( Probably.

Where are their children when they need them? ))

[fated_dance]

Can you move?

[ Being lazy, obviously! Can't they tell their parents are dying?! ]

[soakedinvinegar]

I'll die if I move!

(( At least he's still dramatic. ))

[fated_dance]

[ He tries so hard not to grin at his poor soulmate's misery. ]

Then don't move. A-Chen is coming to rescue us.

[soakedinvinegar]

(( whiiiiiine! ))

How were we defeated so thoroughly by frozen milk?

[fated_dance]

[ That startles a little laugh out of him - but is quick in being cut off with a groan of pain. ]

Shut up, don't make me laugh, Lao Wen.

[soakedinvinegar]

(( For once, he flashes a genuinely apologetic look to his soulmate. ))

I'm sorry.

[fated_dance]

[ Hell. He can't stay upset with his soulmate for more than a beat of his heart when Kexing looks at him like that. He swallows the pain down enough to shoot his beloved a small smile. ]

Try to rest until he gets here, love. He said...to try and stretch out.

[ Not that Zishu is able to follow this instruction. ]

[soakedinvinegar]

Stretch out?

(( The mere thought of it makes him curl in tighter. ))

That will make the pain longer.

[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.