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[ukan]

"Dammit-" He straightens up when they've worked at this and moved it maybe a tiny bit. "Maybe we should just try to dig you out." The countertop might be softer than the thick glass. It has nothing to do with Lark's instincts running toward 'dig dig dig' when he's frustrated.

[kissthatgoodbye]

Alec has been throwing himself bodily against the glass long enough and hard enough that he's panting now and rubbing his shoulder absently while he thinks.

"Maybe. I have my knife." And he's flexible and slender, he wouldn't need as much clearance as most. "Or - can you jump high enough in this gravity to hit the top fourth? Could we tip it?"

[ukan]

"I wouldn't have enough power at the top of the jump," he shakes his head. "Besides, the sound might bring the giant back and maybe this time he'd just smash us with a newspaper."

He says it like a joke because the possibility is very real and he can't think about it right this second. Not until it's a reality.

He takes his jacket off, then his shirt. "I'll dig you out."

[kissthatgoodbye]

Alec groans, deep from within his gut, because -

"You are never going to shut up about this are you." But he's pulling the long knife he's taken to carrying on missions to the farms in particular, long and wicked sharp and good for carving up big vegetables into manageable hunks.

He picks a spot that's already splintered a bit, then crouches down to start stabbing and twisting inelegantly at the wood.

"Especially if we get swatted with a newspaper."

[ukan]

"The next time you complain about me getting fur on the bed," shedding the last of his clothes. "This is going to come up."

He changes forms then, and sets about digging. His tail might be wagging. A lot.

[kissthatgoodbye]

Alec mutters in eight different languages as he works from his side, falling quickly into a rhythm that doesn't endanger Lark's paws with his knife. He doesn't know how much time they have either.

He hates having to be rescued but if it's anyone, at least it's Lark. He can shut his husband up if he gets too obnoxious.

This is what he's thinking when they get deep enough that he signals for Lark to stop, and reaches his arm under to see if he thinks he can fit.

"You're lucky I'm tiny and cute," he grouses, flipping over on his back to start trying to shimmy through.

[ukan]

Lark is listening for anyone who might be coming back, though he doubts he'll need his heightened hearing to catch any intruders. If anything maybe it will be more like the approaching thundering footsteps of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

He can't help licking Alec's face the second he shimmies up, though. Alec deserves it.