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caughtinanetwork2012-11-23 04:40 pm
aim_exorable) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-11-23 04:40 pm
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19 ♐ Video ♐ Horse-herding Cat
[Action; Disciple only]
[It's just like any other day for Darkleer. He's just locked himself away in his room for the most part while Summoner slumbers away on his bed. After his matesprit had been kidnapped by the Highblood, he's been even more reluctant to leave his side.]
[So he simply sits at his workbench, sketching out the designs for the hive next door that they are going tosteal expand to.]
[Unfortunately, he has no idea that an oliveblooded cat is slowly making her way to him and shenanigans will happen...]
[Video]
[Some time after those shenanigans, Darkleer appears on the network.]
[A very sheepish Darkleer, as a matter of fact, his hand lowering after giving some of his long hair a firm nervous tug. His shoulders are kind of tense.]
Ahem. So.
[A pause. Suddenly, somewhere from off-screen, a pair of hands start to bat at his arm which only makes him shrink back a bit more. Anyone familiar with Disciple may be able to identify those hands and arms as hers.]
I'm doing it, I'm doing it-! Ngh. [A small sigh.] Is... there anyone who is free today who would like to do something?
...That is out of my respite block.
...And my hive.
[It's just like any other day for Darkleer. He's just locked himself away in his room for the most part while Summoner slumbers away on his bed. After his matesprit had been kidnapped by the Highblood, he's been even more reluctant to leave his side.]
[So he simply sits at his workbench, sketching out the designs for the hive next door that they are going to
[Unfortunately, he has no idea that an oliveblooded cat is slowly making her way to him and shenanigans will happen...]
[Video]
[Some time after those shenanigans, Darkleer appears on the network.]
[A very sheepish Darkleer, as a matter of fact, his hand lowering after giving some of his long hair a firm nervous tug. His shoulders are kind of tense.]
Ahem. So.
[A pause. Suddenly, somewhere from off-screen, a pair of hands start to bat at his arm which only makes him shrink back a bit more. Anyone familiar with Disciple may be able to identify those hands and arms as hers.]
I'm doing it, I'm doing it-! Ngh. [A small sigh.] Is... there anyone who is free today who would like to do something?
...That is out of my respite block.
...And my hive.
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[She really wished she was exaggerating on that one. Washu sighs a bit.]
The problem isn't Mihoshi. It's the little feud between Ayeka, the first crown Princess of Jurai and Ryoko, my daughter.