….. em sorry?? jnsdjksankdjas
eeeee! <3 <3 <3
because nubcats are like 92% fur right so like oh my god hairballs lots of hairballs
and also one eats like mice and other nubcats so like jfc i don’t even
and swag is just like bro das gross u gross
Face-to-face
He had lost radio contact with LQ moments ago, but it was all alright now; the factory was coming nearer in sight. He had finally made it to his friend, after all this time.
It did not seem nearly as chaotic as LQ had made it out to be, but then again, it was the other side of the factory, not facing the town. Only a few crows seemed to break the silence every so often.
There were Truffula tree stumps scattered about the vast area, but it was not anything very new to Ink. His focus was on the strange form on the ground, a good bit of distance away.
An animal, perhaps? Certainly not a bar-ba-loot, nor a swomee swan. It was just laying there, unmoving. If it had died due to unknown causes, it was not safe to eat, no matter how hungry Ink would become.
He tucked Scone gently into the knapsack over his shoulder before carefully setting it down on the ground.
Just in case whatever it was came back to life, or was just playing dead, he did not want his beloved turtle to be in danger.
The closer he came to the unmoving thing, the more he came to realize it was a person. Or, at least, it used to be. They appeared to be… deceased, or perhaps just unconscious.
The lanky man was understandably a little hesitant about getting so close to the stranger, but he had to know if they were in need of medical attention.
Not that he could really help, even if they did, but he could offer water at least…
He gave their arm a little shake, but said nothing. There was no movement or response, but he chose to turn them over for further inspection.
