From b84f86522b021994cbffcc0f0dfd3e0d20e0861f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2024 15:40:10 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/motes/007b.html | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/motes/007b.html b/writing/post-self/motes/007b.html index a5f069432..afdb7641d 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/motes/007b.html +++ b/writing/post-self/motes/007b.html @@ -32,11 +32,11 @@

Quelling her shame, she straightened herself up as best she could, deciding not to fork away the mussed up fur or tear-stains on her cheeks, letting some of that trauma show for reasons she could not explain, and stepped back out of her studio to find A Finger Pointing pacing back and forth in the living room.

“I came as soon as– oh, Beholden…” Her cocladist’s shoulder slumped as she trailed off, putting a halt to her pacing so that she could wrap the skunk up in a hug. “Are you okay, my dear?”

Despite the stinging of new tears in her eyes, she nodded. “Not particularly, but I am here. How did you know that Motes was overflowing?”

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A Finger Pointing hesitated frowned, and pulled a letter from her pocket, handing it over to the skunk. “This. I did not know that Dot was overflowing until I got here and saw her door shut tight. I was not at all surprised when you told me.”

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A Finger Pointing hesitated, frowned, and pulled a letter from her pocket, handing it over to the skunk. “This. I did not know that Dot was overflowing until I got here and saw her door shut tight. I was not at all surprised when you told me.”

As Beholden read through the letter, her lips curled up into a snarl, and she could feel a low growl build in her chest. “‘I expect better’!” she muttered darkly, stamping her foot. “Jesus fucking Christ. ‘Grounded in reality’ indeed.”

Smiling humorlessly, she nodded toward the letter. “I am assuming that this mention of a letter is what took Motes down.”

“Took her down?” Beholden cried, then quickly tamped down the flare of anger, returning the letter to her partner. “She was covered in blood when I checked on her. Someone must have hit her hard enough to give her a bloody nose. She was all scraped up.”

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A Finger Pointing stiffened for a long few seconds, then nodded. “Did you get her cleaned up?”

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A Finger Pointing blanched stiffened for a long few seconds, then nodded. “Did you get her cleaned up?”

“Yeah, I brought her to enough to get her to fork into her PJs, but she is out hard right now in bed.”

She sighed, shoulders slumping. “Thank you, my love. I had assumed the last bit, at least, and have left her be. I did not wish to add to her stress at the moment.”

Beholden nodded. “What do we do?”