[She's stopped, at least. Good. Now he can figure out how to communicate. Fuck. No vocal cords, no opposable thumbs - this is miserable. But he can write a message in the dirt, maybe?]
[It's proving difficult. He manages a crooked "W" and part of an "A," but cat paws aren't meant for drawing things in the ground with particular efficiency. Halfway through the "S," he nearly loses his balance with a low, annoyed sound.]
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[It's proving difficult. He manages a crooked "W" and part of an "A," but cat paws aren't meant for drawing things in the ground with particular efficiency. Halfway through the "S," he nearly loses his balance with a low, annoyed sound.]