Mori had made it to one side of the branch before slipping himself off and into the arms of the Brash Devil. Despite how careful they surely both were, the Socialite still choked on the pain shooting up one side of his body. They braced against the Devil, very visibly shaking and willing themselves not to let tears fall.
Trying to control their breathing, they turned, hands still gripping tight to the Devil's shirt. "Thank... Thank you. I do appreciate your help, but I have... much, still, to do."
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Date: 6 Jul 2025 04:04 (UTC)Trying to control their breathing, they turned, hands still gripping tight to the Devil's shirt. "Thank... Thank you. I do appreciate your help, but I have... much, still, to do."