@mansbane | audio | december 15th

[bravelyrunsaway]

Hahaha... ha... ha... loves, I hate being a bother, but I'm in a bit of a situation.

( there's a pause, and some strained breathing; also sounding a little like he's talking in a closed space. )

The, er, enthusiastic party of young women? Have locked me into a chest. And are refusing to let me out.

( he's a werewolf, he's more than strong enough to get out, right! he clears his throat. )

I'm also tied up. Just got the gag out now.

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voice; un: mccoy

[homeostatic]

The least they could have done is asked you first.

( not the wildest bachelorette party he's ever heard of. huh. )

Alright, try to relax, you're gonna use up more oxygen if you panic. They still staying in the same wing?

[bravelyrunsaway]

They're too fascinated with their own cleverness, consent doesn't appear to rank high in current festivities.

( which is fine if it doesn't involve him, but now it searing well does, and this is not what he cares to deal with! )

As far as I can tell they are, yes, and use what? Oxygen? What's oxygen?

[homeostatic]

Air. Be there in a minute.

( It's more like five, but whatever, Licyn may hear the faint knock when his savior arrives to waylay, distract, or boss his way into rescue. )

[bravelyrunsaway]

What's the searing point of saying anything other than air?!

( This is a grumbled complaint, because he doesn't care that much, but he's starting to cramp from his confined position. Systematically doing what he can to tighten and loosen muscles too increase blood flow is about his limit. )

Are you at their entrance? Don't let them distract you! Also, don't touch their wine!