"They're saying it's the Caer," Seri answered with a doubtful sniff. "But they say that about everything that goes bump in the night. Whoever it is, they had bombs. Lots of them, by the looks of it." There was a pause, as the werecat cast a look at Antione's trembling, hesitating a moment before continuing. "Seems like they're more interested in big targets than random ones. Here is probably safe." It was hardly the most heartening of reassurances, but hopefully it would set the other boy at least somewhat more at ease to know he wasn't likely in any imminent danger himself.
"The news is running coverage of some of it. Overheard someone's radio on my way over here." Hopping down from the railing, Seri padded across the balcony and in through Antione's door with a casual disregard for boundaries that was distinctly catlike. He paused a moment, casting his eyes around the room until they landed on a small television set atop a dresser, and nodded towards it expectantly. It wasn't like he had thumbs right now, after all.
"The news is running coverage of some of it. Overheard someone's radio on my way over here." Hopping down from the railing, Seri padded across the balcony and in through Antione's door with a casual disregard for boundaries that was distinctly catlike. He paused a moment, casting his eyes around the room until they landed on a small television set atop a dresser, and nodded towards it expectantly. It wasn't like he had thumbs right now, after all.
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