xp_logs | Match & Sharon: What Happens After?

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In Match and Sharon’s suite, things are. . .quiet.

The floor creaked as Match shifted his weight, looking down at his bed, before he finally crouched down and peered into the dark gap below. "Hey, Cats. . .I'm going to get a game in the city, a thread on reddit said someone found a copy of the OG Fallout game in a store, and I mean, I know I already have a rip of it, but it might be nice to own. . .if you want anything lemme know?"

He didn't know what he should say,

When no sound but breathing, answered him, he nodded. "Okay, I left some opened Smalls wet food and some tuna for you and the boys in case you get hungry."

There was no reply.

Like any wounded animal Sharon wanted as little interaction with humans as possible, even to the point of climbing through her own second storey window rather than be seen in the halls. From there she had sought shelter in the most secure location in the suite: beneath Match's bed. What little he'd been able to see of her before she disappeared beneath the bedframe had been a mess; patches of fur had been shaved on her face and forearms to allow sutures and steri-strips, and one of her eyes was almost swollen shut. Some of the wounds had reopened from her climb. The room was filled with the stench of dried blood and disinfectant.

The kittens had been immediately distressed. Toothless and Lightning McQueen had crawled beneath the bed to join her, and even now were curled against her in uncharacteristic silence.

Standing slowly, he made his way towards the door, obvious pauses making the process longer than it should have been as he turned to look behind him every second step. The lack of sound was eerie to him. In a room that housed five beings the only things discernable were the gentle hum of Milton's tank heater keeping the gecko happy and the soft splashes of the fountain for the now very much teenage cats — and Sharon when she'd found herself wanting it. With one hand creeping towards the knob, the other took hold of his hoodie to place the end between his teeth, wondering if he should say anything else or offer to leave a sound on so she didn't have to get out from underneath the bed. "I, uh, I'm glad you're okay, I mean, I'm glad you got back. You don't. . .you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, ya know. But if you do, I'm here. Er, when I'm here."

There was a faint noise from beneath the bed. It was the soft, organic sound of someone shifting position; not an actual response, but a sort of marker to indicate what had been said had been heard.

Only that. Nothing more.

Match nodded to himself again, lifting his headphones to his ears though he let them sit above his ears. “Alright. I’ll be back. . .love you,” the finally sentiment was mumbled at he finally opened the door to slip out of their suite.