Martin hangs onto that one, but keeps those dark worries to himself. he lets himself get yanked up, steadying on his feet, feeling a bit leaden in the legs. he's been running on all cylinders all night, and exhaustion is getting to him.
he gently puts the back of his hand on Mightyena's head -- as much a pet as he can get away with and still avoid worrying of making him ill.]
...Sorry...for making you come out all this way for me. Thank you, though.
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Martin hangs onto that one, but keeps those dark worries to himself. he lets himself get yanked up, steadying on his feet, feeling a bit leaden in the legs. he's been running on all cylinders all night, and exhaustion is getting to him.
he gently puts the back of his hand on Mightyena's head -- as much a pet as he can get away with and still avoid worrying of making him ill.]
...Sorry...for making you come out all this way for me. Thank you, though.