【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(4)
“Gods,” Wilbur cursed, struggling with Techno’s weight. “Pull yourself up, Techno!”
Techno’s boots scrambled for purchase against the chasm’s face. He could feel Wilbur’s hands slipping, but Techno knew Wilbur would more readily let both of them fall than let go.
That was how Techno knew he’d already found family again.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his left foot found a steady spot to carry most of his weight. With some awkward maneuvering, Techno managed to haul himself over the edge, breathing heavily with his hands on his knees, but on solid ground once more.
“What the hell?” Wilbur demanded. “You and your grand speeches about never losing me again, but did you ever stop and ask if I could afford to lose you? Get a fucking grip!”
Techno’s boots scrambled for purchase against the chasm’s face. He could feel Wilbur’s hands slipping, but Techno knew Wilbur would more readily let both of them fall than let go.
That was how Techno knew he’d already found family again.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his left foot found a steady spot to carry most of his weight. With some awkward maneuvering, Techno managed to haul himself over the edge, breathing heavily with his hands on his knees, but on solid ground once more.
“What the hell?” Wilbur demanded. “You and your grand speeches about never losing me again, but did you ever stop and ask if I could afford to lose you? Get a fucking grip!”
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