Match & Sharon: Set Up
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xp_logsMatch asks Sharon for her help setting up his computer.
The idea of wire management for a computer was great, as long as someone else was doing the set up. Long limbs did nothing to help Match with minimizing the wires of his gaming computer as he tried to snake the stupid HDMI cord down and around blind. Craning his neck, he found Cats and slowly pieced together a plan. “Hey, uh, Cats, would you. . . would you mind being a cat to help me with some wires?”
Sharon knew nothing about gaming rigs, but she did enjoy being in the general vicinity of any kind of activity just in case it turned out to be interesting. As was her right, she had claimed Match's bed as her chosen observation point. At his request, however, she put down her tablet and gave him her full attention.
"Of course, husband. I stand ready to assist. What is required of me?"
“So,” he started before halting, heat radiating off of him, embarrassment settling in as he tried to word his request, “I, um, I mean, if you were a house cat, er, you know a cat, and I gave you cords to go from point a to point b behind the desk?” He’d begun to mumble, stared at the cord in his hand rather than at her.
Sharon slipped off the bed and dropped into a crouch so she could peer beneath his desk. "If my whiskers may fit, so too can my body. Fixed clavicles are for the weak." The unnatural heat of him warmed her skin. Sharon's tail flicked inquisitively. "You hesitate to make this request? This is unnecessary. Never should you be embarrassed to recognize my talents. Is marriage not a partnership?"
Match had begun to nod at her mention of whiskers, whatever a clavicle was going over his head, though he thought he understood the gist of it. Hesitated, yeah, that was a word for what he’d done. “I don’t want you to just do things for me, though, it’s not right, especially if it’s something I couldn’t do for you. And, I meant I’d try but if I can’t do it for this, I probably couldn’t do it for you.”
Sharon scoffed. but gently; Match was delicate, after all. "This is no matter. Do you not not support this household, toiling for Jessica Jones? Have you not achieved modest success on Twitch for this same goal? I cannot emit heat as you do, so this you could not ask of me no more than I would ask you to become cat, yet one may ask the other for shared benefit. In the natural world such advantageous relationships are known as mutualism. Is the most logical arrangement."
The semi-speech she'd delivered made him pause, cord still in his hand, though he'd shifted to instead sit comfortably as he processed what she'd said. It did make sense when she said it like, even if it made him uncomfortable to ask her to do things for him. Maybe there was something about him that he should look into. But he didn't have time for anything like that, it sounded like it'd take a long time, or worse like he'd have to think about things he didn't want to. Realizing he'd likely been quiet for a while, he nodded finally. "When you put it like that, it does make sense. But I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, ever, okay?" That seemed the bare minimum but boundaries were important.
The girl gave him a rare smile that was equal parts smug and ominous: in short, a perfect synchronization of her dual nature as feline and twenty-something. "We have not met? I cannot be compelled. But since you have asked so very nicely, I consent to your direction." Shifting into her smallest form, Sharon wriggled free of her fallen clothing and delicately picked up the problem cord. Resisting every instinct to gnaw, the cat darted behind the desk and ran it easily along the wall and out the other side. She dropped it next to the tower and paced back over to Match to rub against his leg.
"Consent is important, and you can always change your mind and say no," Match recited rather sagely as he reached down to let Sharon rub against his hand if she so wished. "You're a very good worker, because computers can be stupid, so we'll have to come up with a worthy trade." Or something she'd like and he could give her. Maybe he could look through a market or pick something up for her. But with her work done, he finally connected the stupid wire that he couldn't connect on his own. "Perfect. Now I don't have to worry about wires getting all jumbled. And they're out of the way."
Sharon magnanimously brushed the side of her face against Match's hand, then sauntered towards the now-emptied box still half-stuffed with packing materials. Standing on her hind legs, paws braced on the lip of the box, Sharon looked over her shoulder to give him a plaintive mew. Her choice of payment was clear.
Match watched her calmly, before nodding again in understanding. A fair trade for her work. "I have to wonder if this was your end goal all along," and despite the placidness of his tone, a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth briefly as he rose to move the materials out of the cardboard box. "Gonna have to find that plastic bag recycling again, and. . . you can't recycle styrofoam? Right? Or can they do that now? I always sorted recycling for chores, but I think some things changed since I did that."
His only reply was a noncommittal prrrt as Sharon leapt into the box. There was an ominous scrabbling, then an even more foreboding silence. Mysterious Cat things were occuring in its depths.
"Yeah, you're right, I can figure it out later, could probably even google it on the computer now that it's set up."Lemme know if you need anything, I could throw one of those crinkley fish in there with you or a mouse toy. I think I'm gonna stream start streaming 'Castlevania: Circle of the Moon' tonight, I found an emulator and I know it's an oldie, but it scored better than 'Legacy of Darkness'."
The words followed the teen as he went to his computer to begin booting it up, snatching up a couple loose toys for good measure. Just in case Cats took him up on his offer.
The idea of wire management for a computer was great, as long as someone else was doing the set up. Long limbs did nothing to help Match with minimizing the wires of his gaming computer as he tried to snake the stupid HDMI cord down and around blind. Craning his neck, he found Cats and slowly pieced together a plan. “Hey, uh, Cats, would you. . . would you mind being a cat to help me with some wires?”
Sharon knew nothing about gaming rigs, but she did enjoy being in the general vicinity of any kind of activity just in case it turned out to be interesting. As was her right, she had claimed Match's bed as her chosen observation point. At his request, however, she put down her tablet and gave him her full attention.
"Of course, husband. I stand ready to assist. What is required of me?"
“So,” he started before halting, heat radiating off of him, embarrassment settling in as he tried to word his request, “I, um, I mean, if you were a house cat, er, you know a cat, and I gave you cords to go from point a to point b behind the desk?” He’d begun to mumble, stared at the cord in his hand rather than at her.
Sharon slipped off the bed and dropped into a crouch so she could peer beneath his desk. "If my whiskers may fit, so too can my body. Fixed clavicles are for the weak." The unnatural heat of him warmed her skin. Sharon's tail flicked inquisitively. "You hesitate to make this request? This is unnecessary. Never should you be embarrassed to recognize my talents. Is marriage not a partnership?"
Match had begun to nod at her mention of whiskers, whatever a clavicle was going over his head, though he thought he understood the gist of it. Hesitated, yeah, that was a word for what he’d done. “I don’t want you to just do things for me, though, it’s not right, especially if it’s something I couldn’t do for you. And, I meant I’d try but if I can’t do it for this, I probably couldn’t do it for you.”
Sharon scoffed. but gently; Match was delicate, after all. "This is no matter. Do you not not support this household, toiling for Jessica Jones? Have you not achieved modest success on Twitch for this same goal? I cannot emit heat as you do, so this you could not ask of me no more than I would ask you to become cat, yet one may ask the other for shared benefit. In the natural world such advantageous relationships are known as mutualism. Is the most logical arrangement."
The semi-speech she'd delivered made him pause, cord still in his hand, though he'd shifted to instead sit comfortably as he processed what she'd said. It did make sense when she said it like, even if it made him uncomfortable to ask her to do things for him. Maybe there was something about him that he should look into. But he didn't have time for anything like that, it sounded like it'd take a long time, or worse like he'd have to think about things he didn't want to. Realizing he'd likely been quiet for a while, he nodded finally. "When you put it like that, it does make sense. But I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, ever, okay?" That seemed the bare minimum but boundaries were important.
The girl gave him a rare smile that was equal parts smug and ominous: in short, a perfect synchronization of her dual nature as feline and twenty-something. "We have not met? I cannot be compelled. But since you have asked so very nicely, I consent to your direction." Shifting into her smallest form, Sharon wriggled free of her fallen clothing and delicately picked up the problem cord. Resisting every instinct to gnaw, the cat darted behind the desk and ran it easily along the wall and out the other side. She dropped it next to the tower and paced back over to Match to rub against his leg.
"Consent is important, and you can always change your mind and say no," Match recited rather sagely as he reached down to let Sharon rub against his hand if she so wished. "You're a very good worker, because computers can be stupid, so we'll have to come up with a worthy trade." Or something she'd like and he could give her. Maybe he could look through a market or pick something up for her. But with her work done, he finally connected the stupid wire that he couldn't connect on his own. "Perfect. Now I don't have to worry about wires getting all jumbled. And they're out of the way."
Sharon magnanimously brushed the side of her face against Match's hand, then sauntered towards the now-emptied box still half-stuffed with packing materials. Standing on her hind legs, paws braced on the lip of the box, Sharon looked over her shoulder to give him a plaintive mew. Her choice of payment was clear.
Match watched her calmly, before nodding again in understanding. A fair trade for her work. "I have to wonder if this was your end goal all along," and despite the placidness of his tone, a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth briefly as he rose to move the materials out of the cardboard box. "Gonna have to find that plastic bag recycling again, and. . . you can't recycle styrofoam? Right? Or can they do that now? I always sorted recycling for chores, but I think some things changed since I did that."
His only reply was a noncommittal prrrt as Sharon leapt into the box. There was an ominous scrabbling, then an even more foreboding silence. Mysterious Cat things were occuring in its depths.
"Yeah, you're right, I can figure it out later, could probably even google it on the computer now that it's set up."Lemme know if you need anything, I could throw one of those crinkley fish in there with you or a mouse toy. I think I'm gonna stream start streaming 'Castlevania: Circle of the Moon' tonight, I found an emulator and I know it's an oldie, but it scored better than 'Legacy of Darkness'."
The words followed the teen as he went to his computer to begin booting it up, snatching up a couple loose toys for good measure. Just in case Cats took him up on his offer.
