...Shit. Peter stares at the platform, then turns to look up at Daine, nose twitching. Then he resolutely stares at the platform again. He can't do that. Does she know he can't do that? She has to know there's no way that's going to work.
"...Alright, fine." He's hardly going to go back on it and ask for help, though. She wants him to figure it out on his own, fine. Just watch him. With more than a few misgivings, Peter launches himself at the cat tree. He has no idea when to start flipping or how or what direction -- as he nears the cat tree, he throws himself backward, stalls out, and hits the edge of the platform before tumbling toward the ground.
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...Shit. Peter stares at the platform, then turns to look up at Daine, nose twitching. Then he resolutely stares at the platform again. He can't do that. Does she know he can't do that? She has to know there's no way that's going to work.
"...Alright, fine." He's hardly going to go back on it and ask for help, though. She wants him to figure it out on his own, fine. Just watch him. With more than a few misgivings, Peter launches himself at the cat tree. He has no idea when to start flipping or how or what direction -- as he nears the cat tree, he throws himself backward, stalls out, and hits the edge of the platform before tumbling toward the ground.