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[MSG]: ummm promise not 2 laff but i need help. [MSG]: 😞😞😞😞😞 im trapped in the catio and i cant get out. By 'trapped in the catio' he quite literally means it, stuck head-first and unable to wiggle himself back out. Next time, he's not going to reach into stupidly narrow spaces to pet the cute kitty. It's clearly a trap.

at his office, atticus was usually quite good about ignoring his personal cell. however, after a romantic engagement and a deepening bond with his beloved shinya, he was admittedly quite poor now at it. after all, he knew now that most of the time, texts were not coming from business clients who had his private cell, or from old flings looking to worm their way back in.

it was usually shinya, typically sending him photos of the pokemon, or the shelter--a necessary boost to get him through the day.

so, when his phone buzzed once, and then twice, he glanced subtly down in the midst of a board meeting at his lap to check--and pursed his lips.

"excuse me--an emergency has come up, and i need to be going. please fill me in when i am back tomorrow."

avoiding the confused glances of his colleagues who murmured their understanding for the unusual circumstance of atticus's sudden departure, as he headed out, he rounded quickly back to the elevator to get to his office to grab his keys.

[ to -> shinya ] : give me thirty minutes. [ to -> shinya ] : don't make it worse.

checking to make sure his messages sent, atticus swung open the door to his office. cairo, sleeping on his custom bed, lifted his broad head, keen eyes already letting on that he knew atticus wasn't supposed to be back yet.

"household emergency," atticus explained, grabbing his coat, keys, and swiftly packing up his laptop. "let's go."

with a grunt, the luxray heaved himself up, shaking out his mane and plodding along after his trainer.

"run it by me one more time--how did you manage this...?"

squatted down next to shinya, atticus squinted. he really had managed to get himself properly stuck, and as he tested the frame of the small flap meant for his smaller pokemon, he found it had very little gap. much as he'd like to avoid it, it seemed he'd have to do some deconstruction.

"I-- Do I have to?"

Oh, the sheer humiliation of it all. The only good thing to come out of this was the fact that Syouhi was home early, and had his attention focused solely upon him.

But that was where the benefits seemed to stop as poor Shinya wriggled in discomfort, certain that he would come out of this with some nasty bruises to the ribs, and a backache that would last an eternity.

This took the fucking cake for the dumbest thing he's probably ever done. Already had he struggled for a good hour before attempting to call in reinforcements -- and even that had taken him a good ten minutes or so of trying to pry his phone out of his pocket.

And now he had to lay here, explaining how it had all occurred in painful detail. As if it wasn't enough just to be seen like this.

"I was just watching the cats, and... I put my hand in. I misjudged the distance of a particularly fluffy, pettable looking belly, and thought if I just reached in a little more..."

Such is his embarrassment that he pulls the length of messy teal locks forward with his hands to help him cover his face twofold, as if his partner did not feel it radiating from the depths of his very soul from where he lay.

To add insult to injury, he got his hand mauled and rabbit-kicked for his efforts. The open, inviting belly had been a trap.

Said kitties earn themselves a very tired, irritable look.

"For those that live too long, the friends of days gone by and scenes from their adventures live on in their memories. As such I have no regrets in meeting you, friend. Should the day ever come that we are not together, you will continue to shine like gold in my memories."

@ofmora, a private roleplay blog for zhongli of genshin impact. written by eggy!