LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Curiosity was what drew Michael to the shore that day, mainly because he thought he spotted a crewmate that he didn't know. Little did the bobcat know, it was actually Salem, just without the trademark pumpkin helmet that he usually wore around all the time. Michael and Salem had never really interacted one on one, and the reaver honestly didn't know much about the younger male, but it was pretty hard to forget someone with such a distinctive accessory. As such, seeing the kodkod without it... it felt very odd, and vulnerable. As if the thief was seeing something he very much wasn't supposed to be seeing. At the very least, it did seem as though Salem was alright, and maybe even happy, sitting at the edge of the water.

Michael let his short legs carry him over to where the other was sitting, his nose eventually picking up on who it was that he was approaching. Although Salem didn't look the same without his pumpkin, his scent was thankfully still familiar, even to someone who didn't speak with him much, like Michael. The reaver hesitated for a moment, allowing his mismatched blue gaze to focus on where the sky met the sea, just sort of staring for a long pause of silence. He was trying to figure out how to say hello, after the other had gone radio silent in the wake of the tremors. Eventually he just settled on clearing his throat, bob tail thumping against the sand as he spoke, "Hey there, Salem. It's good to see you around again... are you doing alright?" He wasn't really sure if the other actually wanted company, or a chat, but it felt wrong not to at least try. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART

Ah, it was Salem!

Although, it felt odd seeing the other without their trademark accessories and simply sitting there taking in the waves of the ocean, the Officer wasn't far behind with both ears pricked forward and a small frown clinging to her lips. It had been a while since she had seen him but she supposed that everyone had their own time to recover from the meteor shower. Roxanne had managed to get over it by working on cleaning the beaches when it was most needed, the draconic feline eventually making her way over upon the sight of both her son and brother already talking to the kodkod. Nonetheless, the small Siamese would brush up against her son to a form of greeting only to fixate her mismatched glance over to Salem who was rather quiet. The meteor shower had caused both damage and growth within the members of the Typhoon, Roxanne definitely had grown from the event itself and learned to become independent, relying on herself and helping others when they needed it the most. She held her breath for a moment before speaking "Hello Salem," Hopefully she wasn't overwhelming him. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — "How are you all doing?" was a surprisingly loaded question at the moment, even though it shouldn't have been. They were all finally beginning to recover from the meteor strike, and things felt... okay, he supposed. In the initial days after the meteor strike, and after Trevor's leaving, the reaver had been in a rather rotten mood, not emerging from his house and snapping at those who did enter – even Roxie, although she always had some sort of rebuttal waiting. He was doing better now though, and if there was one thing that his sister was right about, it was the fact that everyone had grown after the events of the meteor crashing into their seas. Although he wasn't sure he would ever truly be settled down and domestic – the call of thievery still ached in his bones, after all – he certainly felt a little more stable now. He was also a lot more focused on caring for those around him that really mattered, such as Roxie and his nieces and nephews. He could certainly call that growth, from when he had just been a rat bastard of a fugitive who only cared for himself and one other person in the world.

Looking over Salem, it suddenly occurred to him why the other had been absent for such a long time. From his words, it was obvious that he had been taken out of commission by the meteor strike, something that had been lost on the bobcat previously. Michael had sustained a concussion from the event, and had hardly been able to focus on much of anybody else before his skull went crashing into the sand, so he hadn't known the status of Salem, nor many others. At the very least, it seemed as though Keona had been making sure he was alright, which made Michael feel a bit less shitty for not checking in on the other male before now, even with their near nonexistent personal relationship. Shifting a bit, the reaver pawed at the sand beneath him before answering Salem's question, giving a noncommittal shrug, "Things have been alright. I think that we've all been trying to recover after what happened. Thankfully the buildings and everything are finally starting to look normal again." The rebuild efforts for the most important buildings had been quick, a fact that Michael found himself proud of. It was nice to see how much all of them could get done, when they were all focused and working together. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART