07-07-2020, 02:17 AM
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
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
— Reggan