That frail voice is almost drowned out by the rattling of Li Lianhua's breath in his own ears. The world tends to shrink, in these moments when the struggle to stay conscious, to stay alive, is all there is. Unexpected as it is to hear a familiar voice out here, it's tempting to assume it an illusion of a confused mind. If Cat were added to the phantom images and memory fragments that might keep him company when his mind fails him fully, he now finds it would be a comfort.
But the coughing fit subsides once it's taken what it could out of him, and he's still reasonably certain he really did hear Cat speak. His eyes briefly search erratic tracks around him, but it's no use. He'll just have to take it on faith that the boy is... very close? Below him? Is he dying up here? Good question, questionably real friend.
After a moment's consideration, his pained frown releases into an amused smile and he draws in another labored breath, once more defying all weariness and inevitability, to answer, "Not yet." It only sounds a little wistful. But not imminently dying doesn't mean he's going to keep on standing for much longer, so he lets himself sink to the boards of the porch gracelessly to sit before the choice is taken from him. He'll still try and muster the appearance of someone who is definitely sure he's talking to a real person whose presence and location he is totally sure of, though.
"Don't tell me you are?" Wasn't that voice a little too small even for that boy?
The fragility of the boards isn't as severe as his own body, but perhaps because of the damage it's already taken in parts, even the waifish Li Lianhua can make them creak. The ear not drooping naturally switches to being pinned again while he throttles the expectation for yet another thing to go wrong and collapse wood and a body on top of him.
"Not yet," comes his own confirmation, only matching in fatigue. A scratchy puff leaves him as he attempts a laugh, though it fades quickly as he realizes there's no joke to be had in saying he's nearly 'dying of thirst'. That's just what it would be. What a strange hyperbole, and a stranger situation he's found himself in. "...Trying not to, anyway. Heh, you'll be the first to know, though. I-if I stop talking back."
Cat is making a good effort at levity for someone gravely ill talking to a ghost, but there's no masking the genuine strain of pain and dread in his voice. There's more to him being down there than just hiding, Li Lianhua starts to realize that much and concern slowly settles over him like a weight added to his shoulders. But what can he offer the boy to help? The sun will sooner rise in the west than he will rise to his feet again any time soon, let alone carry Cat in whichever shape. He can't see, frankly has no idea where help would even be found. What good would any of it be if he faints or forgets what he's meant to be looking for? He's too tired for anyone to rely on him. The weight bends Li Lianhua's exhausted shape even further, head hanging low, eyes squeezing shut.
Forget it. What there is to do, he'll only know once he tries. Best to get a proper look first... or whatever passes for one between them. Hah. With a lopsided smile and a small twitch of his shoulders that should have been a chuckle, he manages a sort of good-humored tutting sound.
"Tch, Friend Cat, I should be so lucky to see the day that you stop talking back. You'd bully this hole for daring to be a little dusty, if it could listen. No manners," his favorite reproach comes wheezing and frail, softly enough to sound far closer to the endearment it is. "By the way, do you mind company?" With the knuckle of one finger he gently knocks against the floorboards beside him, testing what's truthfully still more guess than fact about Cat's location.
Cat responds to Li Lianhua's failed laugh and fond admonishment with a wheeze of his own, probably a failed chuckle on his part, too. Dusty, he's not sure -- the prickle and stick of cobwebs is dull compared to the smell of mud and iron or the burning of broken bone. Dirty is a forgone conclusion. He's probably right. Cat would see fit to complain about it, if it was worth doing even a little.
His ears tremble at the knock and his eyes search like he might see through the slats making it up, but it's just as useless as before. A little shift to raise himself partway interrupts his words with a feline hiss, so he returns to his miserable huddle with a tight, closing squeeze of his eyes. The noise that follows could be either a dissuading hum or simply a groan of pain.
"It's not still bad out there? I'd think it smarter to stay inside..." But it is true that no plant-riddled creatures had disrupted his limp from one house to another, and no rabbits, raccoons, or mice had come looking for his blood underneath. Beyond that, Cat's been too out of it to notice much. Was it over? "M'used to being a loner. Just -- been a while before here, s'all."
Did this count...? Blue was there for him, helping him since he'd first arrived, and Li Lianhua was always good fun. That whole household, really. Inigo, too, and then there was that silly girl cat. But he didn't have her for five long months, so he'd been alone, right? It doesn't feel the same as the idea of Li Lianhua leaving him here now.
"Do what you want. As if -- y-you wouldn't anyway, heh."
The feline noises from below the boards serve to confirm what still feels like a half-addled delusion more than a real thing that's happening. Even knowing Cat's ability and survival instincts, knowing this makes sense, knowing he can probably still rely on his other senses for now, if not his sight.... talking to a voice under a porch just seems a little absurd. Like chatting to a buried treasure.
But he really needs to focus. Those noises also confirm the gravity of the situation, after all. Who knows how long Cat's been down there by himself? Convincing himself it's better to be a loner, more likely, than really feeling that way, to cope with a situation he can't get out of on his own power. Few people truly want to be alone, especially when they're in pain. There's something he says about it that doesn't quite fit, something about his sister... Li Lianhua presses two fingers against his eyes, as if that will shore up the muddled thoughts behind them. He'll think of it later.
But Cat won't ask anything of him any more than he'll ask anything of Cat. That boy really understands more of Li Lianhua than he realizes. It shouldn't be a surprise but it still feels like one, a soft smile warming his face unseen.
"It is still bad," he confirms casually, like he isn't out here with the frenzied woodland animals. And things worse than them. "You were smart to hide. I should really take a leaf out of your book, eh?" Wasn't he looking for a place to rest, anyway? His little trick had been a useful secret, some small freedom no one could take from him so long as they didn't know about it. But it's not so precious that it can't be given up for this.
Li Lianhua weathers another cough, gathers his wayward thoughts, and then there's nothing but a pile of dirt and blood soiled robes dropping to the ground. This part is always the most annoying - a thin white fox shuffles his way out of the pile, grey-tipped ears first. The wheezing's the same, though much quieter, and warm amber eyes continue to be near useless. But the sense of smell is a marked improvement, and after only a few brief sniffs along the old boards Li Lianhua manages to find the hole Cat must have made use of.
It's really not his most dignified moment, having to squeeze between boards and the dried packed soil underneath, nearly crawling on his belly. Dirt up his nose, under his claws, cobwebs in the hairs of his ears, it's quite horrible. The troubles he endures for little brats! But by the time he drops into the slightly larger space, standing up and shaking all that debris off seems an insurmountable effort and the fox remains on his belly, wheezing like a broken kettle.
"I was wrong," he pants, irritation plain, "Could you have picked a worse place to hide?"
The sounds he hears don't make much sense, and he struggles to flip his ears like searching satellites and squint into the few smudges he can see. Did that dumbass listen to him after all? Hmph. Good.
Except then there's a scrambling nearby that make his ears flatten to his skull and his eyes go wide. Something was getting in. Was this why Li Lianhua had left with only a casual remark about agreeing with him? He only has one arm he's able to comfortably extend, and it's the one supporting him to keep weight off his broken ribs. In such a small space, he won't be able to maneuver well, even if he did manage to find another hole to scramble out of.
Cat's hackles raise until the sound of the familiar strained breathing makes it past the drumming of his heart, and Li Lianhua's own scolding falls on deaf ears as it's countered with, "You nearly scared the life out of me!" He doesn't know whether to be more relieved or cross with this man. "Can't you see I barely hung onto it as it is?"
All the grooming he'd managed couldn't exactly do away with every bit of mud caked to him when he'd tried to limit the range of movement this feline body usually allowed. Most of the blood that had smeared from his nose, lip, and various cuts had come off in flakes over time and swipes of his paw, but there were still rusty red-brown stains and pieces of fur glued into spikes in places as evidence. Resting his head down with a huff to save himself some strain, Cat goes back to squinting. What is he, exactly? Too big to be a cat, but too flexible to be a dog, especially with his health to consider. Is that a bushy tail?
...Of course. The coloration threw him off a little, but the answer should have been a given, when it comes to someone coming to his side in his time of need. "You're a fox?"
Alright alright, so maybe a little warning wouldn't have gone amiss. Li Lianhua can kind of see where he went wrong, maybe, so the scolding at least serves to quell his own irritation. But really, Cat is far too resilient to lose his life to a little spook. Isn't that vicious complaining proof enough of that?
Somehow it hadn't occurred to Li Lianhua to wonder what the boy might think of this shape, until he hears something undefinable coloring his voice in that question. The fox's lips pull back in a small smile, ears twitching as if to shake off those flakes of dust.
"I'm me," he corrects Cat, breathing a huff of teasing amusement. "Ah but someone must have thought this would be very funny, eh? Don't spread it around. I'm telling you, I'd never hear the end of it from Fang Xiaobao." That brat would just feel far too clever and vindicated about it.
But he went to all this trouble for a reason, no matter how tempting it might feel to lay down where he is. Down here, the smell of old blood and stale fear still hangs in the air. His eyes are reluctant to adjust to the twilight, but better suited for it than his human eyes still, and he can make out Cat's shape curled up in pained tension a little ways off. With a determined huff he pushes to his feet, head hung low both because of the limited space to stand and to battle the dizziness immediately washing over him. Though unsteady, he pads forward a few paces until he's standing by Cat's side, squinting at the state of him.
"Aiyo," he sighs, still with some levity, though unaware that a fox's dropping ears are more expressive than he has any control over. "What roughed you up like this, eh?"
It's... not good, even without a proper examination. Drops of dried blood around the nose suggest internal injuries, matted fur speaks of dehydration. And what can he possibly do about it? All at once, exhaustion overtakes him yet again and he sinks to the ground, shifting to his side in some hopeless attempt to make his aching bones even a little comfortable, just for a moment.
Li Lianhua blathers, and Cat's attention wavers, as much as he'd like to absorb what's being said to him, even if the tone suggests that it's not something worth attention. A lot of things he said sounded that way. Cat's eyelids droop a little while his mind both drifts and recoils from the examination he's under. What does it matter what got him, when it's thirst that will get him now?
"Some wolf..." he rasps as he reluctantly forces his parched throat and rattled brain into submission. Of course it was important, because like hell he's going quietly into the night. No, he's going to bitch about it the whole way through, even if most of his grousing is done mentally. Cat watches the fox with a discontented look, almost like he's more annoyed than anything, over all this. "Bigger than the others. Could've made me a snack real easy, all those teeth in there."
He doesn't know why it let him get away, except for the fact that he told it to. A monster like that listening is more unbelievable than either himself or the man next to him crawling back out from under this porch anytime soon.
Yet it happened.
...A feline growl in his throat, Cat drags himself forward a little, though he neither makes it to that barest trickle of water taunting him or to Li Lianhua in his effort.
Internally Li Lianhua winces at the mention of those wolves. He'd had the displeasure of running into two of those huge mutts a few days ago, and he would not have fared any better than Cat did if he had been alone. But Cat's annoyance is understandable too; it really doesn't matter in the end what did this to him, only how he's going to survive it. Mostly he's just trying to keep Cat conscious and talking.
Which seems to be having some mild success, as Cat now tries to move, to go somewhere. It's painful and slow, but it's better than rotting into the soil beneath them. The fox's ears swivel, trying to figure out what the boy is hoping to accomplish. An obvious goal is the sound of water leaking from a pipe. Smart boy.
When Cat falls woefully short of reaching the one thing down here that could assure his survival, Li Lianhua huffs a rather condescending laugh, giving up on trying to watch Cat and laying his head down instead, almost like he's disappointed.
"Eh, Friend Cat, you managed to give a hungry beast the slip but you're going to join the dust in some shabby hole? I guess wolves these days aren't what they used to anymore. I'd offer to send your last words to your family, but, hah, you know me. I'm not particularly reliable, I'm afraid."
He sighs, which turns into a weak cough he doesn't even bother raising his head for. As if breathing in more dust would kill him, at this point. But what might is the cold soil he's sprawled out on, slowly seeping through his fur into his bones. After just a few minutes of not moving, he starts to shiver, barely a bristling of his fur at first, but eventually there are small tremors occasionally shaking his small limbs.
His breaths are labored and quick, not only fighting his exhaustion and slow-growing illness, but against the crushed arena holding his lungs. He doesn't bother with snapping at Li Lianhua to shut up or to point out, grimly, that it's too late for that. His eyelids, including the extra set of cat ones, dip between being closed and partway open like a buoy on the water. He's so tired. Why does he have to be mocked now, of all times? Even if this is pathetic.
One ear's hearing being a little blocked doesn't help him become aware of Li Lianhua's new troubles, but it doesn't take too long for Cat to realize that he's started zoning out and is at risk of dozing off. That wouldn't be ideal. Right. He needs...to move. For both their sakes. It's gotten easier again to breathe, so he makes himself get up. His legs shake as badly as Li Lianhua's shivers from the effort. It takes excruciatingly long for him to reach a point he can collapse close enough to tuck his face into the dusty, dirty white fur.
Despite knowing how important it is that Cat stays awake, it's not easy for Li Lianhua to take his own advice. While waiting for Cat to react to his taunting, his useless eyes drift shut and the cold curls like iron chains around his body, the unforgiving ground like a dungeon cot beneath him, the distant rhythmic clash of his young jailers sparring like dripping water...
Something shoved into his side has his eyes snap open with a flinch, and it's disorienting to find himself not quite blind yet. More disorienting still to realize where he is, where he's been this whole time since however long ago he crawled down here for... Oh. It's Cat, too small even in this shape, even next to a sickly fox, hiding his face against his ribs like a scared young boy. A tired young boy scared of pain and death and Li Lianhua could cry with grief, could draw a sword and leap in front of whatever injustice is responsible for this, but in the end all his rattling aching body can really do is to shift a little closer, bushy white tail curling around and over that smaller body.
Li Lianhua releases a stiffly careful sigh, the shivers making it sound more like a foxish laugh. Might as well, because what else is there when things hurt too much? "Last words are funny things, aren't they?" A wisp of a thought, rising up again from the fog in his mind. "Considered so precious, yet nobody wants to hear them. Least of all the ones they're meant for the most."
The noise that escapes him isn't quite a whine, isn't quite a grumble. It's a broken, stifled meow cut up from his trembling and the effort of holding himself together. It lingers, stretched out in a sigh against Li Lianhua's body as if he's worried that being buried will keep it from being heard -- as if he wants it to be heard. As if Li Lianhua can't feel his every breath or twitch of his face, probably. There'll be no peace for them... That seems to be Li Lianhua's plan anyway, though, rambling about nonsense the way he is.
"Shut up..." he manages after his wordless complaint is aired. "I don't want yours, either... An' like hell I'm saying any." Any other ones, he amends to himself. No one needs to know about that. "I just need some water. After...I rest here. A little bit... Just for a -- a little bit, please."
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Date: 2024-06-10 09:14 pm (UTC)But the coughing fit subsides once it's taken what it could out of him, and he's still reasonably certain he really did hear Cat speak. His eyes briefly search erratic tracks around him, but it's no use. He'll just have to take it on faith that the boy is... very close? Below him? Is he dying up here? Good question, questionably real friend.
After a moment's consideration, his pained frown releases into an amused smile and he draws in another labored breath, once more defying all weariness and inevitability, to answer, "Not yet." It only sounds a little wistful. But not imminently dying doesn't mean he's going to keep on standing for much longer, so he lets himself sink to the boards of the porch gracelessly to sit before the choice is taken from him. He'll still try and muster the appearance of someone who is definitely sure he's talking to a real person whose presence and location he is totally sure of, though.
"Don't tell me you are?" Wasn't that voice a little too small even for that boy?
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Date: 2024-06-18 12:31 am (UTC)"Not yet," comes his own confirmation, only matching in fatigue. A scratchy puff leaves him as he attempts a laugh, though it fades quickly as he realizes there's no joke to be had in saying he's nearly 'dying of thirst'. That's just what it would be. What a strange hyperbole, and a stranger situation he's found himself in. "...Trying not to, anyway. Heh, you'll be the first to know, though. I-if I stop talking back."
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Date: 2024-06-19 08:02 pm (UTC)Forget it. What there is to do, he'll only know once he tries. Best to get a proper look first... or whatever passes for one between them. Hah. With a lopsided smile and a small twitch of his shoulders that should have been a chuckle, he manages a sort of good-humored tutting sound.
"Tch, Friend Cat, I should be so lucky to see the day that you stop talking back. You'd bully this hole for daring to be a little dusty, if it could listen. No manners," his favorite reproach comes wheezing and frail, softly enough to sound far closer to the endearment it is. "By the way, do you mind company?" With the knuckle of one finger he gently knocks against the floorboards beside him, testing what's truthfully still more guess than fact about Cat's location.
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Date: 2024-06-23 08:14 pm (UTC)His ears tremble at the knock and his eyes search like he might see through the slats making it up, but it's just as useless as before. A little shift to raise himself partway interrupts his words with a feline hiss, so he returns to his miserable huddle with a tight, closing squeeze of his eyes. The noise that follows could be either a dissuading hum or simply a groan of pain.
"It's not still bad out there? I'd think it smarter to stay inside..." But it is true that no plant-riddled creatures had disrupted his limp from one house to another, and no rabbits, raccoons, or mice had come looking for his blood underneath. Beyond that, Cat's been too out of it to notice much. Was it over? "M'used to being a loner. Just -- been a while before here, s'all."
Did this count...? Blue was there for him, helping him since he'd first arrived, and Li Lianhua was always good fun. That whole household, really. Inigo, too, and then there was that silly girl cat. But he didn't have her for five long months, so he'd been alone, right? It doesn't feel the same as the idea of Li Lianhua leaving him here now.
"Do what you want. As if -- y-you wouldn't anyway, heh."
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Date: 2024-06-30 11:31 pm (UTC)But he really needs to focus. Those noises also confirm the gravity of the situation, after all. Who knows how long Cat's been down there by himself? Convincing himself it's better to be a loner, more likely, than really feeling that way, to cope with a situation he can't get out of on his own power. Few people truly want to be alone, especially when they're in pain. There's something he says about it that doesn't quite fit, something about his sister... Li Lianhua presses two fingers against his eyes, as if that will shore up the muddled thoughts behind them. He'll think of it later.
But Cat won't ask anything of him any more than he'll ask anything of Cat. That boy really understands more of Li Lianhua than he realizes. It shouldn't be a surprise but it still feels like one, a soft smile warming his face unseen.
"It is still bad," he confirms casually, like he isn't out here with the frenzied woodland animals. And things worse than them. "You were smart to hide. I should really take a leaf out of your book, eh?" Wasn't he looking for a place to rest, anyway? His little trick had been a useful secret, some small freedom no one could take from him so long as they didn't know about it. But it's not so precious that it can't be given up for this.
Li Lianhua weathers another cough, gathers his wayward thoughts, and then there's nothing but a pile of dirt and blood soiled robes dropping to the ground. This part is always the most annoying - a thin white fox shuffles his way out of the pile, grey-tipped ears first. The wheezing's the same, though much quieter, and warm amber eyes continue to be near useless. But the sense of smell is a marked improvement, and after only a few brief sniffs along the old boards Li Lianhua manages to find the hole Cat must have made use of.
It's really not his most dignified moment, having to squeeze between boards and the dried packed soil underneath, nearly crawling on his belly. Dirt up his nose, under his claws, cobwebs in the hairs of his ears, it's quite horrible. The troubles he endures for little brats! But by the time he drops into the slightly larger space, standing up and shaking all that debris off seems an insurmountable effort and the fox remains on his belly, wheezing like a broken kettle.
"I was wrong," he pants, irritation plain, "Could you have picked a worse place to hide?"
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Date: 2024-07-17 04:09 pm (UTC)Except then there's a scrambling nearby that make his ears flatten to his skull and his eyes go wide. Something was getting in. Was this why Li Lianhua had left with only a casual remark about agreeing with him? He only has one arm he's able to comfortably extend, and it's the one supporting him to keep weight off his broken ribs. In such a small space, he won't be able to maneuver well, even if he did manage to find another hole to scramble out of.
Cat's hackles raise until the sound of the familiar strained breathing makes it past the drumming of his heart, and Li Lianhua's own scolding falls on deaf ears as it's countered with, "You nearly scared the life out of me!" He doesn't know whether to be more relieved or cross with this man. "Can't you see I barely hung onto it as it is?"
All the grooming he'd managed couldn't exactly do away with every bit of mud caked to him when he'd tried to limit the range of movement this feline body usually allowed. Most of the blood that had smeared from his nose, lip, and various cuts had come off in flakes over time and swipes of his paw, but there were still rusty red-brown stains and pieces of fur glued into spikes in places as evidence. Resting his head down with a huff to save himself some strain, Cat goes back to squinting. What is he, exactly? Too big to be a cat, but too flexible to be a dog, especially with his health to consider. Is that a bushy tail?
...Of course. The coloration threw him off a little, but the answer should have been a given, when it comes to someone coming to his side in his time of need. "You're a fox?"
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Date: 2024-07-22 04:13 pm (UTC)Somehow it hadn't occurred to Li Lianhua to wonder what the boy might think of this shape, until he hears something undefinable coloring his voice in that question. The fox's lips pull back in a small smile, ears twitching as if to shake off those flakes of dust.
"I'm me," he corrects Cat, breathing a huff of teasing amusement. "Ah but someone must have thought this would be very funny, eh? Don't spread it around. I'm telling you, I'd never hear the end of it from Fang Xiaobao." That brat would just feel far too clever and vindicated about it.
But he went to all this trouble for a reason, no matter how tempting it might feel to lay down where he is. Down here, the smell of old blood and stale fear still hangs in the air. His eyes are reluctant to adjust to the twilight, but better suited for it than his human eyes still, and he can make out Cat's shape curled up in pained tension a little ways off. With a determined huff he pushes to his feet, head hung low both because of the limited space to stand and to battle the dizziness immediately washing over him. Though unsteady, he pads forward a few paces until he's standing by Cat's side, squinting at the state of him.
"Aiyo," he sighs, still with some levity, though unaware that a fox's dropping ears are more expressive than he has any control over. "What roughed you up like this, eh?"
It's... not good, even without a proper examination. Drops of dried blood around the nose suggest internal injuries, matted fur speaks of dehydration. And what can he possibly do about it? All at once, exhaustion overtakes him yet again and he sinks to the ground, shifting to his side in some hopeless attempt to make his aching bones even a little comfortable, just for a moment.
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Date: 2024-08-28 09:00 pm (UTC)"Some wolf..." he rasps as he reluctantly forces his parched throat and rattled brain into submission. Of course it was important, because like hell he's going quietly into the night. No, he's going to bitch about it the whole way through, even if most of his grousing is done mentally. Cat watches the fox with a discontented look, almost like he's more annoyed than anything, over all this. "Bigger than the others. Could've made me a snack real easy, all those teeth in there."
He doesn't know why it let him get away, except for the fact that he told it to. A monster like that listening is more unbelievable than either himself or the man next to him crawling back out from under this porch anytime soon.
Yet it happened.
...A feline growl in his throat, Cat drags himself forward a little, though he neither makes it to that barest trickle of water taunting him or to Li Lianhua in his effort.
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Date: 2024-09-12 07:41 pm (UTC)Which seems to be having some mild success, as Cat now tries to move, to go somewhere. It's painful and slow, but it's better than rotting into the soil beneath them. The fox's ears swivel, trying to figure out what the boy is hoping to accomplish. An obvious goal is the sound of water leaking from a pipe. Smart boy.
When Cat falls woefully short of reaching the one thing down here that could assure his survival, Li Lianhua huffs a rather condescending laugh, giving up on trying to watch Cat and laying his head down instead, almost like he's disappointed.
"Eh, Friend Cat, you managed to give a hungry beast the slip but you're going to join the dust in some shabby hole? I guess wolves these days aren't what they used to anymore. I'd offer to send your last words to your family, but, hah, you know me. I'm not particularly reliable, I'm afraid."
He sighs, which turns into a weak cough he doesn't even bother raising his head for. As if breathing in more dust would kill him, at this point. But what might is the cold soil he's sprawled out on, slowly seeping through his fur into his bones. After just a few minutes of not moving, he starts to shiver, barely a bristling of his fur at first, but eventually there are small tremors occasionally shaking his small limbs.
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Date: 2024-10-23 09:22 pm (UTC)One ear's hearing being a little blocked doesn't help him become aware of Li Lianhua's new troubles, but it doesn't take too long for Cat to realize that he's started zoning out and is at risk of dozing off. That wouldn't be ideal. Right. He needs...to move. For both their sakes. It's gotten easier again to breathe, so he makes himself get up. His legs shake as badly as Li Lianhua's shivers from the effort. It takes excruciatingly long for him to reach a point he can collapse close enough to tuck his face into the dusty, dirty white fur.
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Date: 2024-10-24 09:52 pm (UTC)Something shoved into his side has his eyes snap open with a flinch, and it's disorienting to find himself not quite blind yet. More disorienting still to realize where he is, where he's been this whole time since however long ago he crawled down here for... Oh. It's Cat, too small even in this shape, even next to a sickly fox, hiding his face against his ribs like a scared young boy. A tired young boy scared of pain and death and Li Lianhua could cry with grief, could draw a sword and leap in front of whatever injustice is responsible for this, but in the end all his rattling aching body can really do is to shift a little closer, bushy white tail curling around and over that smaller body.
Li Lianhua releases a stiffly careful sigh, the shivers making it sound more like a foxish laugh. Might as well, because what else is there when things hurt too much? "Last words are funny things, aren't they?" A wisp of a thought, rising up again from the fog in his mind. "Considered so precious, yet nobody wants to hear them. Least of all the ones they're meant for the most."
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Date: 2024-10-29 11:08 pm (UTC)"Shut up..." he manages after his wordless complaint is aired. "I don't want yours, either... An' like hell I'm saying any." Any other ones, he amends to himself. No one needs to know about that. "I just need some water. After...I rest here. A little bit... Just for a -- a little bit, please."