...the memory is maybe a little less adorable. You remember—
Kantera, blank-eyed, pale-faced, covered in a cat-eared cloak. Your stomach sinking when you call his name and get no response, and— right. You sure as fuck can’t take any more of this, you doubt he’ll be any better once whatever he’s in the grip of releases him, so you give him a probably pointless warning and scoop his ass—
And promptly pay for it with a super-powered elbow directly to your nose. It hurts like a bitch, so of course you laugh. It’s a good sign that someone’s still in there, and it’s somehow more fight than you’d expected out of him; both things are fucking delightful, in your opinion.
—not enough not to dump him on his ass the second it’s safe, though. Sorry, Kantera; no amount of liking him will protect her ribs if he goes for them next.
Re: THE TRUE HEART
Kantera, blank-eyed, pale-faced, covered in a cat-eared cloak. Your stomach sinking when you call his name and get no response, and— right. You sure as fuck can’t take any more of this, you doubt he’ll be any better once whatever he’s in the grip of releases him, so you give him a probably pointless warning and scoop his ass—
And promptly pay for it with a super-powered elbow directly to your nose. It hurts like a bitch, so of course you laugh. It’s a good sign that someone’s still in there, and it’s somehow more fight than you’d expected out of him; both things are fucking delightful, in your opinion.
—not enough not to dump him on his ass the second it’s safe, though. Sorry, Kantera; no amount of liking him will protect her ribs if he goes for them next.
—and then you wake.