[He was still transformed at that point, so the message popped up to his baton. He slid the weapon in half and read the text, re-read it, and closed it without responding to settle it back against his spine. For a solid hour, he found reasons to avoid the message.]
[But... Well, if Sigma was texting, he had at least figured out something. He could use his hands, if he was texting. His response was deceptively cheerful.]
I've been treed a couple of times, but cats always land on their feet.
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on 2016-05-07 08:33 am (UTC)[But... Well, if Sigma was texting, he had at least figured out something. He could use his hands, if he was texting. His response was deceptively cheerful.]
I've been treed a couple of times, but cats always land on their feet.