Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24387293-20161129115957/@comment-3991308-20161208092115

Airmid’s phone beeped with a voice message. Who the hex even checked their voice messages? The physician swiped that notification away. He had more important things on his mind – such as finding Cicero.

He was at the park now, heading for the nearest drinking fountain, until he saw a familiar face on the bench. Rushing over, he shouted, “Min! I require dire help–” and then, he spied a black cat curled up by the fairy, “– I no longer require dire help. That would be my cat.”

Cicero looked up at Airy with a piercing look, as if it was scolding him for ditching him at the vet. ‘How dare you,’ it seemed to say. ‘Your worry amuses me.’

“Wow, the search for Cicero took less time than I hexpected,” Airmid picked up the cat into his arms. “I hope this rascal hasn’t been bothering you too much, has he, Min?”