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2023-10-19 10:33 pm (UTC)
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Don't panic. Do not panic.
"Wukong-" Red Son starts, only to stop when Macaque holds up his hand. His own hand is still hovering near Wukong's tail.
It's started to shake.
He's starting to lose his grip.
He steps back, curling his fingers, other hand moving over it to try and get the shaking to stop.
"Please let him go. He-he can't breathe," he said, voice quiet. Submissive. Pleading in a way Wukong's heard once before, centuries ago.
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"Wukong-" Red Son starts, only to stop when Macaque holds up his hand. His own hand is still hovering near Wukong's tail.
It's started to shake.
He's starting to lose his grip.
He steps back, curling his fingers, other hand moving over it to try and get the shaking to stop.
"Please let him go. He-he can't breathe," he said, voice quiet. Submissive. Pleading in a way Wukong's heard once before, centuries ago.