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xp_logs On the train Shatterstar, Sharon, and Liam exchange gifts and discuss the "crash lander" from the night before. Backdated to December 23
Shatterstar glared, not at Liam and Sharon but in general at being on a train, which had been a little late from the station, at 8 am as he passed his friends gifts. The tag on Liam's notably said "To Better Liam". Sharon's was in a cheery bag and Liam's was carefully wrapped.
"I planned on giving these to you now," he said, trying to find a comfortable way to sit with his bruising from the night before.
Sharon took the package and examined it with curiosity. "Got you nothing specific," she confessed, swinging the hemp bag Pixie had made her over one arm to fish inside, "but did prepare cookies for your journey. Baked with great effort, even decorated, but were broken," she added sourly, passing the younger boy a plastic bag full of cat-shaped gingerbread cookies that would have been adorable had they not been present for the kitchen's untimely demise the night before.
Opening his duffel bag, which was mostly crammed with dirty clothes and hopefully his tooth brush, Liam rummaged around and handed Shatterstar a balled up tshirt. "I, uh, didn't wrap it," he said awkwardly, When he flattened it out, it said 'Fencing: it's how I get my point across.' He was dressed in sweat pants and an oversized hoodie, the hood pulled up to hide his ears and his tail wrapped around his waist so it didn't show underneath. He was a little surprise that his parents had let him come up unsupervised other than Sharon.
Shatterstar grinned at the shirt as he held it up to better read the slogan. He thought it was extremely clever- and it was even in black, one of the three colors he wore. He let out one little chuckle as he carefully folded it to put in his own bag.
"This is great, thank you." He said, having honestly not expected his friends to have gotten him anything. "And thank you Sharon. I will not let your efforts go to waste." He ate the severed leg of one of the gingerbread cats and savored the spiced treat in a way that he didn't with most sweets. (Clearly Sharon had superior tastes by making proper gingerbread and not being afraid of the ginger as some people were).
"We can plan out revenge on the kitchen destroyer after you open your gifts."
He had been planning on mostly ignoring the two of them on the train ride, but maybe it was the holiday spirit that had him in a friendly mood. Maybe it was the Tylenol kicking in (finally).
"Yes," said Sharon, darkly. "Kyle says it is of no mind, but I do not forgive. Kitten acquitted himself well. Smelled blood on his claws after. But Match was assaulted, and this cannot be allowed to pass. No one bites husband but me."
Yeah, that wasn't weird. "They are actually functional," Liam pointed out discretely unsheathing 2" of black cat claws. They weren't curved like a real cat, but better fit to the shape of his fingers. "And I'm not as inept as you both seem to think. I think, before we plot revenge, we should find out why she did it? Maybe she was having some sort of medical emergency or whatever?"
"Which caused the precision destruction of our home?" Sharon countered.
"I would never think you inept," Shatterstar said as if he hadn't gotten Liam a knife for Christmas. (Knives however, unlike claws, can be thrown in a pinch if you need them to be). "And even medical emergencies can be penalized," he added, speaking from his own experience. Disgusted he added, "She bit Match. She threw a wall at me."
He pushed the gifts at the two of them. "We can discuss while you open."
"We open now?" Obligingly, Sharon hooked a claw beneath the wrapping and tore open the package. Inside was a pleasingly textured vintage quilt of nice weight and interesting smells. She gathered it up to rub her cheek against the fabric.
"This I like," she said with clear approval. She glanced at Liam. "Kitten, what were you gifted?"
"A knife," he held it up, grinning. He'd almost made a comment about not thinking knives were allowed, then remembered all the swords in his suite. z then again, fencing was a sport. Still, he was going to bring his pocket knife back with him when he returned. "Thanks, dude. This is definitely useful.
He wasn't really interested in defending their attacker so much as he wanted more information. She caused a lot of destruction yes, but didn't seem all that interested in hurting people. She'd just thrown him into a snowbank.
Shatterstar just nodded seriously at their reactions, but was satisfied to see their reactions and that he had Succeeded at knowing his Friends.
He leaned back as much as he could on the train seat. "When we return we can make sure the intruder knows what is and is not acceptable, Shatterstar said after a text from Terry came in on the subject. "Biting and wall throwing is certainly not."
"Yes," Sharon agreed as she wrapped the quilt around her shoulders. "When we return there shall be retribution. Shall be the most satisfying gift of all."
Rolling his eyes, Liam thought they were both talking a lot of crap for people, or cats that hadn't drawn blood against their opponent. "You are both so dumb," he muttered, flexing his claws idly.
Shatterstar glared, not at Liam and Sharon but in general at being on a train, which had been a little late from the station, at 8 am as he passed his friends gifts. The tag on Liam's notably said "To Better Liam". Sharon's was in a cheery bag and Liam's was carefully wrapped.
"I planned on giving these to you now," he said, trying to find a comfortable way to sit with his bruising from the night before.
Sharon took the package and examined it with curiosity. "Got you nothing specific," she confessed, swinging the hemp bag Pixie had made her over one arm to fish inside, "but did prepare cookies for your journey. Baked with great effort, even decorated, but were broken," she added sourly, passing the younger boy a plastic bag full of cat-shaped gingerbread cookies that would have been adorable had they not been present for the kitchen's untimely demise the night before.
Opening his duffel bag, which was mostly crammed with dirty clothes and hopefully his tooth brush, Liam rummaged around and handed Shatterstar a balled up tshirt. "I, uh, didn't wrap it," he said awkwardly, When he flattened it out, it said 'Fencing: it's how I get my point across.' He was dressed in sweat pants and an oversized hoodie, the hood pulled up to hide his ears and his tail wrapped around his waist so it didn't show underneath. He was a little surprise that his parents had let him come up unsupervised other than Sharon.
Shatterstar grinned at the shirt as he held it up to better read the slogan. He thought it was extremely clever- and it was even in black, one of the three colors he wore. He let out one little chuckle as he carefully folded it to put in his own bag.
"This is great, thank you." He said, having honestly not expected his friends to have gotten him anything. "And thank you Sharon. I will not let your efforts go to waste." He ate the severed leg of one of the gingerbread cats and savored the spiced treat in a way that he didn't with most sweets. (Clearly Sharon had superior tastes by making proper gingerbread and not being afraid of the ginger as some people were).
"We can plan out revenge on the kitchen destroyer after you open your gifts."
He had been planning on mostly ignoring the two of them on the train ride, but maybe it was the holiday spirit that had him in a friendly mood. Maybe it was the Tylenol kicking in (finally).
"Yes," said Sharon, darkly. "Kyle says it is of no mind, but I do not forgive. Kitten acquitted himself well. Smelled blood on his claws after. But Match was assaulted, and this cannot be allowed to pass. No one bites husband but me."
Yeah, that wasn't weird. "They are actually functional," Liam pointed out discretely unsheathing 2" of black cat claws. They weren't curved like a real cat, but better fit to the shape of his fingers. "And I'm not as inept as you both seem to think. I think, before we plot revenge, we should find out why she did it? Maybe she was having some sort of medical emergency or whatever?"
"Which caused the precision destruction of our home?" Sharon countered.
"I would never think you inept," Shatterstar said as if he hadn't gotten Liam a knife for Christmas. (Knives however, unlike claws, can be thrown in a pinch if you need them to be). "And even medical emergencies can be penalized," he added, speaking from his own experience. Disgusted he added, "She bit Match. She threw a wall at me."
He pushed the gifts at the two of them. "We can discuss while you open."
"We open now?" Obligingly, Sharon hooked a claw beneath the wrapping and tore open the package. Inside was a pleasingly textured vintage quilt of nice weight and interesting smells. She gathered it up to rub her cheek against the fabric.
"This I like," she said with clear approval. She glanced at Liam. "Kitten, what were you gifted?"
"A knife," he held it up, grinning. He'd almost made a comment about not thinking knives were allowed, then remembered all the swords in his suite. z then again, fencing was a sport. Still, he was going to bring his pocket knife back with him when he returned. "Thanks, dude. This is definitely useful.
He wasn't really interested in defending their attacker so much as he wanted more information. She caused a lot of destruction yes, but didn't seem all that interested in hurting people. She'd just thrown him into a snowbank.
Shatterstar just nodded seriously at their reactions, but was satisfied to see their reactions and that he had Succeeded at knowing his Friends.
He leaned back as much as he could on the train seat. "When we return we can make sure the intruder knows what is and is not acceptable, Shatterstar said after a text from Terry came in on the subject. "Biting and wall throwing is certainly not."
"Yes," Sharon agreed as she wrapped the quilt around her shoulders. "When we return there shall be retribution. Shall be the most satisfying gift of all."
Rolling his eyes, Liam thought they were both talking a lot of crap for people, or cats that hadn't drawn blood against their opponent. "You are both so dumb," he muttered, flexing his claws idly.
