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[stonethrow]

𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮, 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓶𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼—

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[recreatable]

Shit. Monoco only sounds like that when—

[ He starts to bark, then. There's no doubt in Verso's mind that it's an alert bark; Monoco hasn't the slightest idea what's going on, not really, but he knows enough to be frightened of strangers entering a place that Verso is in. ]

Quiet, Monoco, [ he hisses out the window. ]

They're here.

[ 'After you', Gustave had said, but Verso takes the opportunity to reach out and yank Gustave along by the forearm as he starts to climb out the window. ]

Come on.

[stonethrow]

( one thing gustave will come to admire from verso for a brief moment is that the man was able to scale up to the second floor to his bedroom. how did he even know it was his bedroom? no time to think about that, though, as he is yanked quite forcefully out the window by the forearm.

there's a pipe that gustave holds on to, and then climbing down is an easier matter now. at the sight of them, monoco seems a little calmer and has ceased his barking.

gustave jumps off the rest of the way, landing onto a bush, cushioning his fall. monoco, for his part, laps at his cheek with his tongue. )

Good boy.

( he mutters, picking himself up with a bit of a groan (a fall is still a fall). for better or for worse, from this moment onward, monsieur dessendre is the one who holds the cards on what's next. )