10-31-2019, 07:22 PM
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At first, the calling of the tabby's name meant nothing to him. Frantic voices were trivial and something he had numbed himself to. That was why when he heard Wormwood howling his name so loud the Pitt could hear, he only sighed and continued his walk home. It couldn't be too bad. That thought would change when he saw the lion at his door. The library. Leroy?
Crow felt his blood turn to ice and without missing a beat he sprinted in the direction Wormwood had come from. Maybe Leroy had just hurt his bad leg again. Maybe he had gotten his head stuck in something. Maybe he was too drunk again... Upon arrival at the scene, the feline pushed his way through the crowd and realized it was much worse than he wanted himself to believe. He had seen Leroy cry before, but not like this. No, he had never seen him so vulnerable before, and it broke him. It was a stroke again, for sure.
"Shit. Fuck. I-I'm here," he said shakily as he settled down in the crook of the hound's neck and buried his nose into his tear-stained cheeks. "A-an' I ain't leavin' ya. You're fu-uckin' stayin' here with me, alright? I love you so fuckin' much..."
At first, the calling of the tabby's name meant nothing to him. Frantic voices were trivial and something he had numbed himself to. That was why when he heard Wormwood howling his name so loud the Pitt could hear, he only sighed and continued his walk home. It couldn't be too bad. That thought would change when he saw the lion at his door. The library. Leroy?
Crow felt his blood turn to ice and without missing a beat he sprinted in the direction Wormwood had come from. Maybe Leroy had just hurt his bad leg again. Maybe he had gotten his head stuck in something. Maybe he was too drunk again... Upon arrival at the scene, the feline pushed his way through the crowd and realized it was much worse than he wanted himself to believe. He had seen Leroy cry before, but not like this. No, he had never seen him so vulnerable before, and it broke him. It was a stroke again, for sure.
"Shit. Fuck. I-I'm here," he said shakily as he settled down in the crook of the hound's neck and buried his nose into his tear-stained cheeks. "A-an' I ain't leavin' ya. You're fu-uckin' stayin' here with me, alright? I love you so fuckin' much..."